Sometimes I just want to walk away.
Sometimes I want to run away screaming
I woke up this morning swamped with terror.
No particular reason, it just happens more often than I'd like.
I lay still, clutching at the covers and breathed.
It didn't help much.
What's that saying "feel the fear, do it anyway".
The attack has subsided a bit, I'm up, I've walked the dogs.
My heartbeat is still too fast but no longer racing.
A email from my Dr's, one of their Carers Information emails.
Same message as usual, there's lots of help out there, just ask.
In fact there is nothing, never has been.
Very confusing conversation with Steve who was very upset to read that Virgin Airline had gone bust, I couldn't understand why he was upset, we have no need to fly anywhere and no family members who work for them.
I checked the article he was reading, it was Wigan Athletic football club, not Virgin!,
Plaster on a smile.
Keep buggering on.