I have not been ok since I wrote my last post. I agreed to be discharged from the hospital as I had this holiday booked, but yesterday I wished someone had of stepped in and said “you’re not well enough to go on holiday, you need to stay in hospital” and worked hard to get me in a better place.

My dad picked me up from the emergency department Saturday morning and we stopped at the supermarket on the way home. I hadn’t shopped for ages as I’d been too depressed, and I still barely had it in me. I was wearing my dirty PJs as I never have it in me to wash my clothes and my parents never taught me how to use the dryer. I also had no shoes. It was raining and I tip toed through the puddles and wet ground in bare feet. Continue reading “Distressed and trying to get a leg up” →