The first few days were especially tough as I had to adjust myself and get mentally used to the change in habits at home. Things were placed differently and I had to handle some chores independently. Then, I had to walk my dog twice daily to ensure he was well-fed. My biggest fear was that my parents did not close the door properly and let my dog run out of the house as it has happened several times in the past but my helper was fortunately at home.
Monday to Wednesday was hard as I could not let go of the idea of leaving Latte (my dog) at home with my parents as the worst-case scenario just kept playing back in my head. My anxiety was at its peak levels and it somehow affected my appetite, causing me to not feel like eating and have a general sense of ennui.
Thursday things got better as I trusted my mom to handle the house herself and things played out uneventfully which was good (no news means good news).
Today (Friday), I feel much better and have a generally improved sense of wellbeing as I completed the whole week's workout routine. I was surprised as I did not have any mood to workout at the start of the week. Things will work out eventually when you push through. Surprisingly even to myself, I woke up diligently at 5am to walk my dog (without snoozing!) completed my household duties by 6am and headed off to the gym. Got my gym session completed and attended work promptly without having to WFH.
Despite the difficulty of waking up early and getting things done on the get-go, I felt so grateful that I can experience life and be able to be alive. I am grateful for being healthy and having two strong legs to get me going about my day. I am grateful to have relationships with people I love and for the people around me. I am thankful.
Two more weeks to go for this and I am confident I will make it through and grow from this. Even though it might seem like a non-issue to others that my helper is not around and I have to become independent, but to me, the adjustments have made me stronger as a person.