Still here
I've not been very well in the head the last few weeks. But I'm still here.
It hurts though. Being here that is.
I am housesitting for a girl from work and I'm looking after her dog - a cattle dog called Girly. She is hyper but good to cuddle. She's under my bed now.
I see the psychiatrist on Wednesday. I am nervous. I don't want to go. I don't know what I will say. I don't like psychiatrists much. I've had a bad experience with them.
Work is awful.
I want some time out but I cannot allow myself that. Instead I try to survive as best I can.
I feel I need to cry but I can't. I don't deserve even that small release.
I guess I'm kinda stuck.