The lifestyle in which I live now is such a contrast to working full time. I worked in a busy medial office. I still refer to myself a a nurse, incidentally. I guess I like the title even though I’m not working now.
I’m still not used to being home. I feel like I’ve got to be doing something and then feel bad when I’m not. I feel like being home should have cured my depression but it hasn’t. So I feel guilty about that. That’s the depression talking. I know it.
The other day I was introduced to someone new and she asked what I did for work. I thought for a minute and said I’m a homemaker and it felt good. I’m getting better.