My second post today. I’d like to be able to write something profound, but all I can write at this moment is AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH.
That, I’m afraid, is how I’m feeling. Only Day 2 and as I head towards the evening I literally feel like a mad person. I have already pulled out some tools: I’m running a bath, I’ve made an alcohol-free mojito which just tastes like lime-y water, I’ve taken the dog for her second walk of the day in the pouring rain while listening to The Bubble Hour. But I’m still struggling. I am fantasising about opening a big bottle of wine and drinking the whole thing in one go, and that is not something I would even do normally.
I feel bad as this blog is becoming so so repetitive and is going round in circles as I go round the same old internal discussions, and the same old pathways.
I am going to try and battle through. I think I’m sounding pathetic, so I’ll stop writing and go and get in that bath.