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Feb 25, 2009 19:09

So, I didn't get on my bus on Sunday. I couldn't have, not long after  posted the doorball rang and craig was there to help to take my stuff to the bus station, I wiped my eyes and answered the door, for him to take one look at the state of me and for me to burst back into tears. This went on for quite some time and i resigned to get a bus back first thing in the morning, but he insisted I get a lift with him and his dad.

My mood hasn't been quite so bad since then, but it's been very up and down over the past few day's, I'm praying it doesn't get worse tonight when I'm alone.
On Monday we stayed in bed for most of the day, and then decided to make a trip to Frankie and Benny's for tea, it was nice:), but I missed uni. On tuesday we got up and I went to my lecture with Craig in tow, then we went into town and got some files and things so that I could make a start on tidying my room. Then that evening Louise arrived and we went to see Anti Flag, and then out for a drink for Cathy's birthday, but I really didn't fancy staying out.

Today I finally went to sing up for a counselling session, hopefully I'll find that helpful, we shall see. I don't want to make any pre-judgement's about it until I've really seen what it's like. So far I haven't really felt any effect's from the med's.
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