Another melt down

As you know via previous post, I had a melt down last Friday.
I had a good weekend and this morning started off good. Back in that cleaning job in a morning. Even if it’s less hours, it’s better than nothing.
After morning job, I went and picked up my prescription. A little anxiety doing this, as I expected. But some time after I got home, my mood is changing.

I had company with my neighbour this morning when I got home, the one who’s been lending me his and his wife’s dvd’s and cd’s. I let him in to have a cuppa, when he asked. I thought, but did not say out loud when I said he could come in, fuck it, we are having a cuppa and a talk. I have had enough not chatting to my neighbour like this, while other fuckers go about in the street, in groups of three.
We sat opposite at the table. I enjoyed the chat and had a laugh. But I could still feel that mood that came earlier, not shifting.
After he went, it was time to sort my lunch. I had chips, baked beans and a pie. While preparing this in kitchen, my frustration was showing again, that I had last week. After having my lunch, which I started getting hiccups that were taking my breath away, that was it I was swearing like a trouper in between the hiccups. I had enough.

I set off to work and I just got there on time. I am normally there 10 minutes before my time, so obvious I was walking slower than I thought. I felt like going home at this point, when I got there. I didn’t feel I had the energy and I could feel my body had been tense, but not aware of doing it at that time. So now I am aware my throat is slightly tight and, all along my collar bone is tender on both sides and left shoulder aching. Jaw too. So I had been clenching that without realising. I broke down in tears before my shift, after talking with someone before starting.

I am home now, after doing shift earlier and had something to eat . I still feel a little snappy and inpatient with myself, inside and getting slightly tired.

I was going to watch a dvd before bed. But I feel distracted. I am thinking of going to bed and calling it an early night, once I have put food and fresh waterin ccage for Daz. (Hamster.)

Maybe these I put on my window today, will cheer me up tomorrow.

Butterfly window clings

I need more of these. There’s 2 packs worth displayed here on my window currently. So I am thinking I shall need a further 3, to 4 packs the most, to fill this part of the window up.

 

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How is everyone doing?

With restrictions still in place for some more weeks to come, our world isn’t going to change anytime soon. But I did not expect them to be lifted just yet. It would have been crazy to lift them at this point and our efforts would have been wasted. So it’s good to know this is staying in place, as hard as it will be for us.

Last Friday became a moment where I had a melt down, while at work. A couple of bloggers know this via comments.
It just got a bit much wth regarding my mum and getting my head round the nursing homes idea, and the restrictions in place that limit where I can go.
But what really made me melt, was seeing in last couple of days how some people are just not observing these restrictions. So it got me really frustrated and upset until I broke.
I have seen people hanging out in groups of three and here’s me, like a majority of us, playing by the rules. What the hell are these people playing at? I stay in, unless it’s work, or groceries. That’s the only time I am out, as well as picking up my prescription, which I need to do that tomorrow.
I don’t stay in for the likes of others to hang out in groups of three!

I know I am not alone in these feelings, because I have read other blog posts too where they feel exactly the same on this and frustrated by it.

I am so glad I am working, because going by how I am finding it more difficult now, regardless how much I challenge myself in finding good stuff to occupy me with, I think I would have been more of a mess had I not been working.

Also, when restrictions do eventually lift, things aren’t going to be the same and I am concerned with one thing that I have been reading, that the Government is thinking of doing. But they want to get full facts together first, before making a decision. That’s face masks. This was on my mind Friday too, so this broke me in addition to the frustration of those who think it is ok to go about in groups of three. If face masks are going to be enforced, then that is a barrier to me. How do I lipread someone with a mask?
The world is not accessible to me as it should be now at times, when it comes to communication. So my fear is how harder is my life going to get communication wise, if face masks are enforced.

I would be only willing to use a face mask, if say like on a bus, because you can’t have that 2 meter distance there. But everyone else will have to wear them too.
The other time would be in a medical setting, like a hospital.

Wearing a mask protects others. It doesn’t protect you. I have chosen not to wear one, for the simple reason that I do not want to increase my risk of infection, because of me touching my face, to adjust that mask, through the day. (I have asthma for those that don’t know.)

So my future fear, until it is made certain by the UK Government, is just how more difficult my life will become as a deaf person? because at any point through out the day I come across someone wearing a face mask, who wants to talk to me, I am going to look confused back, indicating to the removal of the mask, because I can’t hear, or bloody lipread, until they do.

How are you doing? 

 

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(TW) I should have been dead before I was born

(This post comes with a trigger warning of death. )

My life has been one difficult mess. It’s what I have known since a child, but it doesn’t make it any easier. But after having finally enough last year and becoming suicidal between August to October very strongly, that temporary break had to be more of a permanent one in November from my mum. Hoping mum would once do something for herself, using the support around and then just maybe a mother and daughter relationship could be salvaged.

Well that salvage of mum and daughter I don’t see that happening after recent, updated events and makes me question even more, I should have just been dead before I was born, when mum took that overdose while carrying me. (My mum will be going to a nursing home facility, because she is not mentally well to be living at home.)
I have mentioned this once before about this suicide here, but for benefit of new readers, I would like to remind that mum did not take overdose to get rid of me, it was because of other things going on in her head at that time and my bastard dad being one of them not helping. I may as well just as been dead, when she took that overdose. A lesson maybe to mum, to think of others and treat herself kindly. But then maybe that would not have done anything either.

Memories of first thinking I ought to be dead based on before I was born, I remember having those first thoughts at the age of 11. These thoughts started because school was already hell being bullied and in fear of my dad and worried of mum’s breakdown where one day she disappeared and we wondered where she was. I am going to to bed that night on orders of my dad, while still no signs of mum and having to go to school next morning, still not knowing where mum was, until I got home from school.

As well as the question I should have been dead before I was born. I also have questioned why did my parents choose to have a kid? My dad was better with other people’s kids than his own. They would have a laugh with him. But I lived in fear. Yes. There were odd times, which were rare, that he did behave like a father. But they were short lived. I was a majoritly in fear of my dad, till he died in my teens.

Then we have my mum, who has had mental health issues before I was born. All I have known is her depressive cycles, as well as no confidence in herself, or faith in herself, so is it any wonder I had no confidence and faith in myself and it took me until an adult to find mine. Then we have those moments she stops taking her medication and if she doesn’t do that, it’s overdose. The full circle.

Mum needs counselling and my views have never changed on that. 8 sessions of counselling wouldn’t cover mum’s issues. She would need at least 3 times that. There are issues that stem back from when she was a kid, to being a young adult before having me, to then the damage done by bastard dad. But she won’t do it. Hence I can’t help my mum  anymore and, again having to step back because of my own sanity and being burntout by it all. I have heard the same stories over and over, since 9 years old to last year of my adult life. But mum has never had counselling for any of this and won’t.

I had to step away to not feel I was still locked into my childhood damage and, to try and get on with my own adult life. Because after all, I am still here and ever since I lost my cousin and her husband together in that car accident that killed them instantly as my long term readers know, I chose to live it for them and that is what I fight to continue to do. To live my life, that was took away from them.

I have always wanted a child of my own, but I will never be with a guy intimately. But as I revealed last year and my feelings still stand with this, I am so glad I have not had a child, because I would be putting that child through some shit I had.

The new Social Worker that my mum now has, is going to keep me updated. I can be involved as little, or as much as I want.
Yesterday’s conversation has been about fiances and nursing homes. I have expressed the two areas I would like my mum to stay in, which is either my area where I live, or her area where she lived and I have named two nursing homes my mum once mentioned to me years ago that she liked, when we did have conversations about it, if she ever had to be in one, as well as one she doesn’t want to be in.
I am naturally very upset it has come to nursing homes, as it wasn’t something I envisioned at this time in her life. It was instead to live as independently as possible. If it wasn’t for her mental health, she would be living just that way.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. If you have things that are troubling you and you care about your family, but not wanting to face it, that haunts you in your past. I URGE YOU to face it, because if you don’t, it will drag you down and you will take your family and friends down with you, even if you don’t mean to, because they will worry for you if they genuinely care.
And if like me, they have had enough and what seems like they have walked away, it doesn’t mean they still don’t worry and care about you. We have to protect our own sanity too and we can’t help, if you are not willing to help yourself.
We are all in charge of our own mental health and there is help out there for it. BUT YOU HAVE TO USE IT.
ONLY YOU CAN PUT THE WORK INTO IT, TO MOVE FORWARD.
I URGE YOU TO DO IT.

 

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It’s the weekend

My white pom pom rabbit, now has its pink bow.

Pom pom rabbits. The white one now having a pink bow

I still have not got round with my other bunny. (A lop eared bunny.) Poms poms are made, but it’s motivating myself to shape them by trimming, glueing together, etc.. I seem to have settled with dvd’s.

And that is where this weekend lies. I just plan on watching dvd’s this weekend, with a little bit of housework in between today. That’s my weekend. Dvd’s mainly, with ocassionally looking out my window and see what bird activity there is. I have been observing two pigeons in particular these past two weeks, getting rather matey. If you know what I mean. 😁

I plan to purposely go to the supermarket again just to get a couple if things after the incident I blogged about here, in How are deaf people managing communication-wise during the time of Coronavirus? This is my way of saying to my anxiety, you ain’t going to make me worse after that. I felt I couldn’t leave it until my next shop and so when I went to the shop today, it was to treat myself. 

And speaking of dvd’s. My neighbour bought some more up, as well as some cd’s. I am still yet to watch my other pile from them. Lol I am busy in this department still. 😁

I hear the weather will be nice this weekend, so I think an hour or two is called for sitting in the garden, rather than my flat, having a break from dvd’s and feeling the air.

As you know, since Tuesday, I am back cleaning in my evening job. But rather than evening, I am in a much earlier time, as my shift starts in the afternoon. This continues like this, while we are as a country, affected by this virus, following our Government guidelines.
Going to work, or when I get my groceries twice a week is the only time I go out to walk. I am in my flat otherwise.

It is just me working in the afternoon, cleaning. Another cleaner is in at the morning. Some things we both cover on our shifts, while other areas are given for each of us to do. Only certain areas are covered with only certain amount of staff in, who are restricted to where they can go in the building. It’s strange not seeing my other colleagues who I would normally see in my shift and its weird coming in at this earlier time. But while the country is where it is currently, I am glad I am in at this time, as I think my anxiety would go further through the roof, walking home in the evenings.

There is a possibility of even more extra hours at my workplace. But I have declined those. I am happy to do the extra few I am doing now, but I feel if I do any more than that, than I feel I am putting myself even more at risk. So I have found my limit and my comort zone. Anything more, I won’t do.

I looked for rainbows on my first day walking to work and I have been looking each day after for anymore. I seen 12. One being my neighbour displaying theirs, after I printed one off for them.

My anxiety is the main issue since I have commented in earlier posts about that, since being on lockdown. The thing is, I seem to be good not showing it regardless how I feel. It’s not something I deliberately do, so I put this down to one thing, being a survivor and how it has been said to me by a counsellor in the past, because this is all I have known from childhood with the different things I have had. I just get through it somehow. But please don’t ask how. I don’t know the answer. It’s just something I have done from a kid.

Do you seem to be good at hiding anxiety?

As I have said in an earlier post and I think in my comments, my anxiety starts before I go out to walk and I have had it through my shift too. Then it’s still there till I get home. My throat tight by that point I notice when home. But thankfully it starts to ease before I eat, otherwise I am know to not be able to swallow my food, meaning I can’t enjoy what I eat.

I am hoping my anxiety disappears in the end when going out, but being in a different world, I start to wonder. But my anxiety has decreased a little at work from second day back, if no where else.

What’s your weekend?

Also, do you get paranoid at the thought if you get a sniffle, or more, you wonder what the other’s will be thinking around you? Even though you know it’s not the virus.
Like for example, while writing this, I not had long something to eat and the sniffles came. I am at home, so need to worry about anyone else, with it just me. But if I had been having a hot meal out? Sniffles only lasted 5 minutes or under, after I finished eating a hot meal. But just using as an example.
The other example was my first day back at work. I got the sniffles about half way walking to work, because the air is cool and I am wearing a scarf to take that coolness off. I felt really sniffly, when I arrived. But it gone in about 10 minutes, or under, with being I was in the warmth.
Hayfever season soon for me, so itchy nose with sneeezing possibly at times and you may remember what unexpected issues I had last year, how it triggered my asthma. So I will be paranoid about coughing, if I get it like last year. Although, with being dairy-free, I should find I do not have phlegm issues like last year, which I noticed improvements last year when I had a cold.
I just started my tablets for my hayfever ready a few days ago, in preparation so it is in my system before I start showing the signs in May. But last year, it caught me out with it starting much earlier. I have had tiny symptoms showing odd times in past month, but not to affect me.

‘Coffee promiser’ texted me two days ago, to see if I was ok, with all this Coronavirus going on. I answered back, but just because I have doesn’t mean I am going to keep the ball rolling and keep texting myself out the blue. She can do the chasing. (For those who are new and not aware while I call this so called family member coffee promiser, you will have to just look for that answer in last years posts. They are there somewhere, the answer to that. I am not going back on this story again here.)

A rather different weekend style of post to what I usually write. So if you have read all through, then thank you for reading. 

 

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How are deaf people managing communication-wise during the time of Coronavirus?

I am upset after my shop this morning, at my local supermarket. It all boiled down to me not hearing well as I thought I had and so due to that, I now feel the bad person.

After getting what I needed and knowing as I am paying by cash currently until next pay day and then I will use my card with knowing money comes out ok shopping here, I went my way to a self checkout till. But those were closed. Now as I don’t normally use these, I am not aware until after the event, that there were some more further up. I went to these self checkouts, because they were the ones I used first time last week. I asked a member of staff that I was paying by cash and pointed to the ones closed, what do I do. I thought from her response I got to use an end till to pay by cash. I didn’t hear her say there was another lot of self check out tills further down. I just heard till.

I struggle to hear in a supermarket before all this on a normal day because of my deafness and in addition my sensitivity to sound I still have, because of whatever is in the background noise overhead, the tills the people going about their shopping. It’s just noise to me.
I wish all supermarkets in general just stop the background noise full stop and not just make it quiet for a short time (I think an hour) once a week for autism. We don’t need music, or whatever it is in the shops overhead. It’s not like I am going to a disco, or whatever. I am trying to understand store workers who I don’t know, so not going to be able to lipread all the time and it’s tiring too. This all is increasing my anxiety.

But in addition, we are now all facing difficult times as we all have to make changes and I find hearing someone 2ft away, in noise, absolutely impossible to hear and I can’t lipread them due to different factors like for example to give a few:

  • Do they speak clearly
  • Are the lip patterns clear to me
  • Do I know them? Because it helps, if I do.

So I am looking at the rows as I walk down and all I can see are checkout tills. I am looking at the till in the distance with the basket sign, thinking as this is last till maybe she wants me here. But no one was on I could see, so I didn’t walk that far down. I went now to what I think was next last manned till, my anxiety already at its peak before I reach here and I load my items. Out comes my note. The cashier saying I can’t except cash. I could not pay by card because I have no cash in my account to account for this shop. Not until next pay day, with me still in my month where I am paying by cash still. I pointed out I was told to come further down, when I queried further up near closed self check outs and so I thought I had to come here. I said to him I was aware of using self check outs to pay by cash, which was why I queried further up at the closed ones I was paying by cash and so I would use them. But I wasn’t aware of there being some more further down and I did not hear that being mentioned. I did not see those self checkouts, otherwise I would have used them. He accepted my cash this time, but pointed out I can and will be refused next time.
Again I told him I was aware I had to pay cash at a self checkout and I was prepared to use them. But I did not see them and I was not aware of further self checkouts further down.

I did not hear about the part that there were futher self check out tills further down. I just heard tills.

I did not see those tills and I wasn’t aware of them until aftrr this event at the till.
I would have happily put my groceries back into the basket and gone to those tills than have that embarrassing conversation at the till, that made me look and feel I wasn’t complying, when all I wanted to do was a self checkout originally and get out of the shop as quick as possible, with my anxiety and not wanting to be around that many people right now in the world we are living in.

I totally respect the store colleagues that have no choice to be in this situation. But please. I am not the bad person I was made to feel.
I did not hear as I thought.
I did not see the other self check outs. Which if I had, I would have used, because I do comply with what you would like as a supermarket. This was loss of communication due to my deafness and the noise in store and having to now stand 2 meters apart from a person, that I did not hear that vital piece of information.

 

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Just another chit-chat post

So it was my usual morning work, then straight back home.

I went to shop for a few things, just before lunch. While there, I thought I see if there were toilet rolls. Nope.

I was happy to see from my window this morning, when looking out, that I could see a squirrel in the garden. So after over a year of no squirrel running about in there, after the previous one was found dead on the pavement just off the property, I wonder now if this squirrel will start to become a regular visitor. I hope so. I do love watching them.

I have been watching Indiana Jones today, on dvd. I have watched the first two and plan to watch the third one tomorrow, when back from morning job.

For the past hour, I have started feeling tearful. My mind prior to just that and during, is playing over some things. I feel fear. But not panic. I am still more as in carry on as you mean to go on mode, but within the limits we have to be in during this time, like observing social distances, which I was observing today as I was speaking to my two neighbours on the stairwell.

Then this afternoon my doorbell went. I wasn’t expecting visitors. It was my neighbour from downstairs, him and his wife bought me a two-pack toilet rolls. They wouldn’t accept money for them. But I am doing them a favour they asked, if I didn’t mind and that’s post an envelope for them. This is certainly not a problem and I am happy to help. So I shall post that on the way to work soon.

I hope you are all keeping well and doing ok in these tough times.

 

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My feelings – part 7

So this post of my feelings, is all related to the Coronavirus. I just hope, as I write and dissect my feelings here, that it’s not confusing for you, as I am trying to work out myself what is going in on my own head.
But I thought I would write it, because as well as helping me, it will probably help you too. Maybe you will relate as well.

Some of it you will have read before in my earlier posts, but as you progress, there will be new.

Ok. So here are go…

So… as you know, I am 100% angry of the selfish hoarders, stockpiling more than they need. Showing they are only thinking of themselves.
You know from this, I am concerned just how many elderly and vulnerable, will still be vulnerable.

As you also know, since all this started, I have said how I was more worried about people’s reactions, than the virus itself. I also said I wasn’t worried catching the virus, even though I have asthma and deemed high risk.
But I was worried about the elderly and vulnerable catching it. Including my mum.

Now, the following is new thoughts and feelings since. Let’s see how I do writing this.

A couple of days ago, I started to feel panic. Now bearing in mind this panic is creeping in for the first time, yet I am still not worried about me getting the virus.

I have changed tatics too, since that day the panic came in.
I chose to walk to my evening work, rather than sometimes catching the bus that I sometimes do. It’s not far anyway.
I did this because I thought, I would feel safer to walk than be enclosed in, on the bus. Reduce the risk.
So to say I had these thoughts and feelings these past couple of days and I have no fear of catching it myself, I am confused of that panic I felt and my new tatics.
I must say though, I did go on the bus this morning, back home. I didn’t panic. I felt fine. But this evening, I walked and I will do the same tomorrow. Both ways.

I have been feeling down odd times still, since last week and I crave the weekend for peace and quiet at home. Speaking of which, I have decided I am not going to join in with the local litter picking this Saturday. I just want to be a hermit at home.

Tonight at work, I have become upset.
A work colleague texted me to let me know I would need to let my boss know about me having asthma, with it being classed high risk. Which I know I am high risk since this all began. She is off work herself now because they wouldn’t let her continue to work because of her condition being high risk.
She reassured me I would still be paid my full wages, if they decide the same with me. So I am glad about that. But here’s the but for me.
I understand that they are protecting their employees, but I am hoping they let me continue to work. Work is my therapy. It always has been. I am happy to continue working.
If I had still been working at the hospital, I’m sure my feelings would be different and I probably would have been scared too of the virus.
Me having asthma is no big secret and when I had huge problems with it last year, they knew of my troubles with it, so I am surprised really that they haven’t come to me first, rather than the other way round, if I should have said.
So tonight, I sent an email to my boss, which was a pleading one on why I need to continue to work. So he will see this tomorrow if he is at work. Which I think he will be. But if not, then our other boss is attached to this email too, so she will see it as well, as they share their workload between them.
So tomorrow, I will probably learn of my fate whether they will let me continue, or not. I’m not sure if it’s them in the end that makes that decision, or someone else.
As I say, I am aware it’s to protect me. But I really need to work. It’s my therapy. So I feel upset right now, at the possibility of not beingable to continue, until this virus all blows over.
Because of doing this, in this job, I have messaged my other employer now, to remind him of my asthma, in case he has a similar procedure. So my message is of the same pleading kind.

 

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My feelings – Part 6: That ache in the centre of my chest

I may not talk about my mum much, but mum is never far from my thoughts. I just try not to dwell on whatever future lies ahead and the awfulness of last year that went on, because if I do, then I will be only in the state as I was last year.

I have that ache in the centre of my chest, which I have been aware of since  late November, to early December time. I have allowed myself to acknowledge that ache and I mentioned it in my last session with my counsellor. It feels worser if I have certain thoughts/worries about my mum, that can sometimes nearly overtake. But if I continue to focus on myself and my goals, that I need to continue to do now, since I had to make those changes last year, that ache gets duller.

I can’t allow those thoughts to overtake, because it’s the unknown. The unknown I have no control over that. When and if it happens, it happens. That is when it’s dealt with. Any difficulties in myself, I will go back to my counsellor.

I get updates about my mum from a Social Worker as you know. When there are updates. I have not heard from the ward for a while so whether this is because I have the social worker involved now. I don’t know. Or whether it’s because on my last visit in November when I visited mum, which I left in 5 minutes because I couldn’t cope, I had revealed prior to staff, that I have been struggling and feeling suicidal, when they asked how I was. But receiving my own support. So they knew I wasn’t a danger to myself.

I wait until I hear any updates. I don’t ask myself, because I don’t want to open those doors again and find me getting involved like before and going back to where I was before. That’s the Social Workers role now and my mum will have to accept that. I can’t help someone, who won’t help themselves. (This is all I have known with my mum.) I gave all the help mum wanted and at those times she asked for. But she never used it. Also mum, starting to push part of her care team away. (Her doctor in the mental health field.) So with this and when I finally had enough and at the stage of suicidal myself, I had to walk away, making sure the ward staff knew and getting a Social Worker in place. If I didn’t back off, I would feel I was still stuck in my childhood past.
I never said to the ward I did not want updates. I did say in that email that updates were fine and anything they need to discuss, they could with me. It’s just I wouldn’t be seeing my mum until she helps herself and continues to help herself for sometime. 

My goals is what is keeping me going now. I have to focus on me and make sure my mental health stays in this better place and not how it was last year.

 

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I so want a fur baby I can hold

A chit-chat post has already aired just now. But I so needed to write this.

So I am over half way in this first month. As I have mentioned a few times here and there, My Vision Board and Gratitude Wall are keeping me focused. Especially the vision board half of this board.

But I so want a fur baby to hold.

When I know how long my long term goal is, which is not guaranteed to happen in my eyes, but something needs to happenn by then, not having a cat again, is really hard.

I am trying to divert my attention back to my vision board, when my heart aches for a fur baby to hold. I am trying to focus on these trips I have planned, written on there. Two of them being new places to visit and that long term goal of buying my own home. The motivation for that is still there and has been since I started this board. But the ache for that fur baby to hold is really aching and starting to hurt.

Yes, I have a hamster and he is fun to watch. If I am lucky, which these past couple of weeks I have been, he has come out to see me and take tibbits from my hand on call. But he is not one who wants to be touched, which I respect.

I look at properties to rent, wondering if I should move. But I am holding back, because by doing so it would defeat my long term goal, because moving costs money: the deposit fees, the moving costs and I would be starting all over again saving. So it defeats the purpose.

I spoke about the wanting and longing to cuddle a fur baby with my counsellor yesterday, as well as anxiety I have had since I last heard from social worker, as well as other things. I talked about the possibility when I don’t have my hamster, that I am thinking guinea pigs, while living where I am. I would have the room I would like to give them, at that point in time. We talked a little on that, as well as these trips I have planned in the meantime.

 

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My feelings – Part 5

Since last post, My feelings – Part 4. I have felt :

  • Anger (But not as to the level I last experienced in my 20’s, that I had up to this month, from December.)
  • Anxiety
  • Tension

The tension I noticed was related to my anger.

The anxiety was brought on by a particular conversation via email, from my mum’s social worker.

I have had a couple of down days, but they have not been bad and an odd tired day. But My Vision Board and Gratitude Wall has helped me to keep going and stay focused.

 

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