I only got three hours of sleep last night and ended up having nightmares. I can't remember exactly what happened in them. All I remember is that they were related to last week's realisation.

Therapy was horrible today. I kept going in circles for the entire hour. My therapist is lovely but that doesn't make it any easier to deal with. Nothing ever will.

I want to get out of the house and escape yet the thought of leaving it makes me feel sick with dread.

I can't stand being so weak.