February 2nd Sunday.

Instead of sitting in feeling sorry for myself I've got up and gone to church. Damian has taken Jesse swimming so I thought why not go church. Don't get me wrong my anxiety was through the roof but I pushed myself to go. So glad I went, I love being with my church family. Church really is a special place. The peace you feel within is amazing. I've not been for a while so that explains the anxiety, but I overcome that and went. Jesse's still with Damian so I decided to have myself a nice bath in peace and washed my hair. I only wash my hair once a week because I hate it. I've mentioned before how much hair I loss when I wash it because of the Menopause which is why it's a once a week thing.

I keep thinking about going short with my hair but I do like it when it's been freshly washed, dried and straightened. It's just a task doing it.

Thought about my son today as I sat in church, I miss him so much it's unreal.

I've got my next driving lesson on Tuesday and I'm dreading it. Anxiety is a bitch. I'm hoping the more lessons I have the easier it becomes because I'm desperate to be driving. I keep telling myself it'll get easier but I do doubt myself alot. 

I'm not feeling too bad today, it's done me good attending church. 

Right I'm going to tackle drying my hair. 

Have a blessed Sunday.