Now it's October.

I don't know where the month of September went, but it went fast. It was August until my Grandmother died. September began and Jason's Grandmother died on the first day of it. Since then, everything has been a blur of somehow driving to and from Kentucky, packing, preparing, unpacking, cleaning, physical pain and of course the depression. My BPD (Borderline) has definitely clenched me in it's fists a lot lately as well. So much so and so hard that it's pouring out of the almost completely closed spaces between it's fingers like meat being pressed into a meat grinder and squeezing through holes.

I was going to say more but I am leaving work early.