Consuming frustrations.

I'm sitting on my floor in the midst of cleaning, fighting my mind.

I planned last night to get myself cleaned and organized this weekend, so I could implement my plan I have in place to make sure that I can spend time with my family....

And it starts....

You're not going to get this done.

You aren't capable of having a clean home

You're so unorganized

It's too much ...

I am CONSTANTLY in fight with my mind, and I could scream. It's suffocating, it's distracting. Even as I right this my brain wonders back to the same thoughts.

I sit here, with my almost finished bed, i am making the decision to try again.

To get up, to remind myself of where I came from, and to keep fighting.

even though I want to scream

Even though I want to throw things around the room and release, because that's whaf I have done in the past, that's what I usually do to fight my brain, I'm going to rise, I'm going to get up, I'm going to finish my chores, and continue to fight prove myself wrong.

Because I can.