Home again to finally and thankfully take off the mask for the weekend. It’s been a stressful week but it’s over and I’m home, behind my safe doors and it’s finally time to be me.
This week has been full of ups and downs but at least the hardest week of May is over now and done for another year. I’m feeling mentally exhausted by this period of weeks and it’s just started.
I’ve not spoken to anyone about how I’m feeling for ages now. I managed to get to the end of the sessions with my therapist without really saying how I’m feeling. Radars are there to sneak under aren’t they.
One positive, if I can call it that, is that I think I’ve finally reached a point where the drugs make the days bearable and they also allow me to sleep every night. Not really sure if that’s good or bad thing though. The crack is still there, just plastered underneath another layer.
Not sure if 2 days will be enough of a recharge though. Only 2 weeks to go.
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