Mar 31, 2009
Exactly what it says. My vacuum broke and I had a mental shut down. I don't know what to do and I stopped taking my Adderall because OCD cleaning is my life - I just want to sleep. The weather is nice out and it depresses me even more because I want to go outside but I keep crying about my vacuum. I know this may sound stupid, to be so broken up about a lame vacuum cleaner. It's like losing a best friend ... or something extremely important to you, whether someone else may think it's silly or not. I mean we all have special things that no one else could possibly care about.
Of the material things I would rescue from a fire, if I had the time, I would only take Mr. Green. Of course I would try to get my animals, even if it means chasing Ed out the door and never seeing her again (scaredy cat). I don't mind being burglarized because who is really going to find value in a stuffed alligator pillow? Sure, there are things I kind of like and wish that people wouldn't take, but they're all replaceable and really have little meaning. For example, someone stole my favorite pen when I was in group and I had a panic attack. Seems stupid, but that's how it is.
So, as Vonnegut and Dwyan Hoover would say, "so it goes".