The last 48hrs have been rough. A lot of family problems going on and a lot of bad news. Husband and I were woken up at 6am today with even more bad news. Him and mom have been in the city since about 7am, it’s almost 430pm now. I hope everything is okay, and I hope there isn’t more bad news to be said.
I have always had this thing about being home alone. Even before my OCD days, I would turn all the lights on, open all the doors and be insanely quiet until someone got home. Now that I’m older, I still hate being home alone, especially at night. My intrusive thoughts tend to run away, at least they’re not as bad as before but I did go back to bed this morning with the bedroom door locked.
Even when I was in Florida I hated being home alone, which was often, because husband worked at Magic Kingdom he usually came home late. And I would literally sit on my bed with all the lights on and be too scared to take a shower. I knew I was safe there. My apartment is tiny, you can see pretty much every inch of my apartment from my bed and the front door automatically locks. Plus I knew my neighbors were home (they liked that to be known with weird mexican techno music) so what was I so afraid of? It would literally take me hours to work up the courage to take a shower and go to bed. Even if I had work in like, 6hrs.