The last 4 to 5 months have been a living hell. This morning I woke up feeling a little calmer than normal.
I decided as today was first day off in house share with no little bro I had to do something. I was up and out of bed my 9!
Quite good for me I must say.
Bank – sorted house share payment and dipstick monthly payment.
Work – fessed up about more regular Counciling.
Therapy – confirmed new therapist appointment.
Boxing – tonight I start a boxing class so I had to go by trainers.
Dinner – brought veg for dinner.
Managed all this by 12 so having a coffee in a new tiny independent coffee shop that little bro found.
Having a coffee then BANG – text appears from dipstick.
How are you?
How’s the new house?
I hope your ok?
It’s like a switch has been flipped I instantly start crying.
I’m thinking of when house share is up in 6 months time of going traveling around Europe.
Maybe distance will help?!
I’m worried though that time spent traveling will lead to less time to meet someone else and put down roots on the UK.
I feel so utterly lost.