Evening all,
Ah Sunday, was a bad mental health day, I’m going to be honest.
Before people assume it’s about football it isn’t I woke up in tears and I’ll go to bed in tears. In fact my days mainly been crying or sleeping.
My cats are my saviour when things are tough they cuddle up to me and make me feel safe and needed but also loved, I often just feel empty with nothing inside but emptiness.
When I’ve been awake and not crying I’ve listened to pop music or watched YouTube.
I’m grateful to have spoken to some friends throughout the day.
Depression is an awful thing and having clinical depression it just hits you sometimes short and sometimes longer lasting, the run up to Christmas is always really hard for me.
Next week should be busy and then it’ll be Christmas. I’m hoping to do some baking Friday, but we will see.
Vicky xx
