Well my lovelies. . . we’ve made it into our new home.
Thanks to The Hubby, The Boy, Uncle D, two cars and a l o t of hard graft, we made it.
Alas my mental health is suffering. A lot .
We’ve had no phone, internet, and television until today, and thus finding distraction from my thoughts, voices, general scary stuff, has been so hard.
I find myself feeling trapped in the bedroom. Surrounded by boxes yet to be unpacked. I rarely leave the bedroom.
I find myself going back to some old habits. Rocking backwards and forwards. Peeling the skin from my lips.
My anxiety is u n b e a r a b l e . Simply u n b e a r a b l e.
I’m phoning the Doctor tomorrow. My own Doctor is not available so I will need to speak to the on-call, which isn’t ideal.
The Hubby has been amazing. Looking after me. I love him so.
I’m just feeling so much pressure at the moment that something is giving. Something in my head. But I’m trying my hardest to use Mindfulness, distraction, anything.
I hope you are all feeling strong and well.