It’s been a long week, and one of those especially difficult ones where I am forced to keep the fixed grin of functioning on. I was doing pretty well until about lunchtime when the wheels came off completely. Nothing dramatic just the proverbial straw on a camel thing. To be honest it wasn’t going to take much after a morning of tests, scans, and filling out questionnaires about myself.

Every time I have to fill out any psych, quality of life etc questionnaire I’m increasingly convinced that I’m not ready to return to any type of therapy. I have loosely glued myself together with some pretty sticky denial, and it dissolves in salt water. So probably best to keep it wrapped up for now.