I'm not alone. I have people. But that ache is still there.
Self care today (and perhaps for the rest of the week) is not caring. Laundry can wait. I can just buy lunch again. No need to get up and eat breakfast, or work out, or do anything. Just roll out of bed, put pants on, and out the door. The room can be a mess. It's fine.
This is fine.
Perhaps I'll do laundry tonight. I may or may not need to.
I may or may not work out tonight. It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter what I look like, or how much I eat, or what ingredients are used. It doesn't matter if I read this book, or keep up with the news, or live or die.
It just doesn't matter.