Full of anxiety and it comes from everywhere. I don’t even want to practice any calming method, mindfulness or anything, I want to write and stay awake till I feel sleepy again, whatever time that comes…
I will go back to bed in a minute and watch some more tv knowing the silent treatment will come again when he returns and I will watch my family behave as normal while I am in my own head thinking the worst things.
I can’t wait for the morning light.
I did practically nothing else all day today but look after my child, speaking and speaking and speaking, being called all day on the phone, on Skype.
Sorry, I better go back to bed and stay with my own thoughts. I bore everyone and even myself, I feel ashamed of myself and the heap of mess I am.
The highlight of tomorrow will only be the counsellor. I wish someone was living with me to witness what goes on and help me go through the next few weeks instead of being alone. I am always alone.
I wish I had stayed at the refuge.