When I wear layers, I get too hot. When I don’t, I freeze. Today I have mainly been cold.
I went especially to see D, and she metaphorically slapped me in the face. Wow, I did not see that coming.
Some of my symptoms have given reprieve. I am so grateful. I slept for three hours this afternoon. I still crave sleep.
Martin knows I have caught him out. I don’t mind, I’m used to it now. And he may be a dickhead but he is my dickhead. I love him in our way of love.
My ex-husband hurt me, briefly. He crashed into my life uninvited and thought he could control my future. No, he can’t, so he threw his toys out of his pram. That is not my business.
I am trying just to be grateful and loving.