Last night was a sighting of my old self. I did 6 loads of laundry without a quiver or feeling overwhelmed or over stressed. None of the irrational feelings that have been coming up over little things for months and months.

It was amazing. I sorted laundry into piles and did them at my apartment building. This means they were strung out over the entire night. Two of the loads were “delicate” and are still hanging on the clothes line.

It has been since before Thanksgiving since I have done laundry on my own without anyone to hold my hand. Most of those “delicate” items have been on the floor of my closet for over a year (maybe even two) waiting for me to get around to hand washing them.

I am a tad concerned that I over-did it and will fall back two steps for the three forward I have taken. But no matter if I did or didn’t, I got a glimpse of what I used to be like and this is good. I have been stuck in this low grade depression for well over a year and was feeling like with all the changes I have gone through, I would never get the competent part of me back.

Maybe some day I will be able to wash my own dishes again.