Here’s the thing. I actually feel somewhat embarrassed admitting this, but it’s where I’m at right now. I thought it would be different. I thought it would be better. I thought I would be different. I thought I would be better. But truthfully, although things got better briefly, better eventually just became the new normal. You see, for years, my main pains in life were the daily minutiae of which a life is made. You know the sort. Cooking meals. Cleaning the house. Paying bills. Sorting mail. Keeping the kitchen table clutter free. (hahahahah! Like THAT is ever going to last or happen for longer than a day or two.) And FINALLY, these past three months, I have been making big strides. I now cook the majority of my meals and a lot of my psychic pain revolving around meal times is gone. I’ve given up on cleaning the house, but I…