Just woke up, had to come on here before I forget what I want to write, I had this dream type whatever it was last night, I woke up feeling all out of sorts. Just taken Jesse to school, I missed one of my meds yesterday as I ran out. I knew I was running out, but my brain thought 'you'll be fine' and here I am, not being all fine and shit.
I can hear you saying, 'go get your meds' I will at some point today.
I have got so much to do in this house, but I've climbed into bed, hate days like this, you would think I'd be used to them now but I'm not, I actually hate these days. I know I am sad, but I just don't know why.
I start yet, another bereavement counselling course later today, not even holding out hope because unless you can give me my dad back, well....
I must admit I did take on a lot of coping strategies from Dove, but it still doesn't stop the constant heartache I feel daily.
I'm going anyway, the number of errors I keep making whilst typing because my body is out of sorts is starting to piss me off.
Bye xxx
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