Went back and read the notebook pages from this week.
Half of it doesn’t even make sense now.
One page is just the word “rent” written 9 times.

I remember writing it though. That’s the part that got me.
Still mid-move, boxes everywhere, and apparently my brain just grabs one word and loops it at 3am.
Work picked up again this week, which should help with the money stress. The loop doesn’t seem to care that the actual problem is kind of solving itself already.
The cats weren’t much help either – one of them sat right on the notebook while I was trying to read it, like she had an opinion about the whole thing 🙃
