Yes, you read that right. 🤦♀️ I am writing a short post so I have time to do dishes. A sad reflection of adult life, really.
If you’ve read my past posts, though, you’re probably wondering if the need to do dishes has anything to do with depression. Because that’s a thing – when depression is bad, normal chores get pushed aside. And, yes, my having to do dishes today has a lot to do with depression. And anxiety. And all the other factors involved in being an adult (which the depression and anxiety amplify and make more difficult to deal with – woo).
But I’ll have to talk about that in a later post. Right now, I need to stop and go do dishes. So that I can eat and drink today.