There are days that feel like they barely happened. Today was one of those days, and it makes me thankful for this journal. There have been weeks or months in my life that I can barely remember. That I can’t tell you anything about. That I have no real record of, or at least no record of me having actually lived. I could show you the emails I got or the charges on my credit card, but that doesn’t feel like enough to me. I want to make a mark, even if it’s just a small one. This is that mark, today, and it’s very small indeed.
Today Aneesah made me coffee, I had a lot of meetings, I spoke to my psychiatrist, I forgot about a blood test, I got completely lost in some databases (a strangely hyper-focus activity), I cooked dinner for Aneesah, and I drove her to the airport. I need to tidy up, I just about put the bins out, I didn’t go for the run I wanted to, and now I’m sat in bed, way after I should have fallen asleep, writing this. A day that got away from me. My favorite bit was the car ride, and the 23 minutes that I really got to spend with Aneesah.