Last night was awful. I found out my aunt and her husband have covid. She's in her 70's and a long time smoker, so I'm very worried about how well she'll make it through this. Also, my landlord below me used paint or something awful and didn't say anything, knowing I have a bird and such fumes could kill her. They used polyurethane on the floors prior to moving in and I had to take her elsewhere for a few days. I had to emergency run her out of the house yesterday because of this. I'm very grateful I have anywhere to take her, but I don't know why they didn't communicate. And when texted about if they're doing more, got no response. I wound up taking a long drive last night to scream. I'm just so past the end of my rope every single day.
On a different note, I have a doctor appointment today to get a referral to see a mental health professional. I'm so very nervous, as I've never had great luck with such things. I guess at least I'm trying. We'll see how it goes today. I feel like shit and maybe that's a good thing for such an appointment.
Love to all of you out there today. It's been an extra hard year for everyone with mental health issues. I send you all hugs and love. 💜