During therapy last week, I came to one of the most painful realisations I've ever had. I won't be talking about it here but what I will say is that I took it in my stride and got on with life as usual. I refused to let it get me down. In turn, I thought it would be okay.
Wrong.
It's beginning to set in. I haven't been able to get my mind off it all day. I was texting a friend of mine today as we have plans for tomorrow and instead of it being exciting, it felt like a chore. If merely texting is a chore for me, how will I cope with seeing him?
Drinking myself into oblivion and sleeping so I don't have to think is so tempting. I can't stand being so weak.
I feel completely lost right now.
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