Up before sunrise again, trying to keep him from scratching his arms raw.
He’s barely awake and still reaching for the itch every time I let go.
I keep thinking we’re finally getting somewhere and then a night like this happens and I feel like we’re back at square one.
The commute felt endless today running on no sleep. Just staring out the window the whole way there and the whole way back.
Came home and didn’t even look at the dough I left in the fridge. It’s probably overproofed by now and I don’t have it in me to care.
Tried to make normal small talk with coworkers at lunch. Kept drifting off mid sentence and hoping nobody noticed.
My partner keeps saying “it’s just a rough patch,” and maybe it is, but some nights it really doesn’t feel that way.
Feels like I’m only ever reacting lately. Never actually ahead of any of it.