I'm still torn between staying and leaving. It's pissing me off...this indecision. I keep thinking that if I made a choice then all I'd need to do is accept it and do it. But do I? Nope. I keep letting not choosing be my choice. And one day blurs into the next and I'm still here, in the same spot, nothing changing, still discontent and resenting this life I'm living because I'm not really doing much living. I just have no idea how to convince myself that it's okay for me to up and go, to get out of here. I want to sell my house, use that money to get myself a good car, some gear, and drive around living out of my car and tent. How do I tell myself that it's okay to up and go and choose to be homeless because I hate this whole box living crap? I have no real responsibilities left here anymore. I have the freedom to do this. But I can't seem to make myself think i can do this. I'm pretty sure I'd choke on that metaphorical guilt for leaving my grandson. I don't know if I could be happy being gone knowing I left him. I know this. But still, I can't seem to accept that this here...this house, this life that is no life, is what I'm okay with doing. I'm not okay with this. Why can't I make myself be okay with this. I've been trying for years. But it keeps resurfacing. This isn't how I want to live life. But here I stay. And I keep having a harder time finding things to do to be okay with this, okay in this. Sleep dep isn't helping me any here. I can likely say the same for hormones. I know I'm a mess lately. But the crazy on my end doesn't make any of this less real. Fml. I need to choose and shut up and do it one way or another.