Ward

Sometimes I make such bad basic decisions, I feel I should be a ward of the state or a ward of someone. Someone to tell me when to go to bed, when to get up. These basic things are sometimes so very hard. I'll be doing okay and one little thing sends me into a tail spin, like the handle falling off the bathroom sink. I can't get around it. I don't know how to fix it. I don't know how long it will take me to fix it or figure out it is beyond me. It's been that way for over a week now. I wait until 1 am to brush my teeth because I don't want to have to go in there and see the handle on the sink. It's a very stupid way of dealing with this or anything in life and it's my go to coping mechanism. At least I realize it's jacked up, right? Right?