Over, Again

Well I am all, shall we say, settled in my room. I am still not crazy about it, except for my bed. No longer do I have a bar in my back..yeah...
Sometimes I go to reach for something and remember I no longer have it or its in storage. I got so dependent on my things. I guess most people do to, if they admit it.
My daughter will say now do you want it or need it...well actually I have gotten rid of so much of me in my stuff I can actually say for now I need it.
I feel so down and out, because all I do is sleep and work with a few and far between moments of entertainment. This is not how life was suppose to be at almost 60. I am in therapy, I have tried journals and now blogging. But writing so far doesn't seem to help at all. But I will keep it up...I can't get back into my cute diary that had so many entries..so I am starting over...yet again.