Damn compulsions. Working retail during the holiday season is so fucking stressful. And it still spike up my obsessive thoughts from time-to-time. Objectively, I’m better in some ways, but I’m so tired of this stuff returning and interfering with my life. I’m also just NOT putting in the work. I’m going to be blunt: I’m getting fat and I’m not excercising. I’m not practing what my therapist is recommending. I’m simply not putting the work I should be. It’s one thing to say that. It’s another to act on any of it.

Sorry to all of the lonely folks here. For what it’s worth, which is essentially nothing, I’m glad to know everyone here. You’ve all been kind and supportive and helped me move in the right direction, and I’m appreciative and for the best for everyone here.