When choosing what's for dinner feels like too much and other thoughts
It's been one week since my ordeal at the bus station. I'm doing well, or so I think, but I've had a peculiar way of handling things this past week. To give you one example, I don't want to think about what's for dinner. It's just dinner, I tell myself, but I don't care for it. I don't want to be involved in it. It feels like such a monumental task. DINNER, it is haunting me! And I'm saying it dramatically because the feeling feels dramatic. Every day, I get home from work, my son is waiting so we can start cooking dinner and I don't want to. I want food but I don't want to think about making it, I don't want to decide what to eat, I don't want to be involved in the process, I don't even want to decide what to buy for dinner if we don't cook at home. I cook what my son asks but I can't bring myself to decide what to eat for myself. To give you some perspective, this is uncommon of me. My son (who is a teenager) and ...