I’ll choose a different metaphor today. It’s happened again, that nails on a blackboard feeling that cuts through me. Sitting in the dining room for morning community meeting. E chattering away, others making tea and shuffling their feet. Staff talking about what’s going to be on today……… just a million different noises torturing my senses. I got so tense and uneasy. I left. It’s more unbearable when my head is busy anyway and today my head is busy.
The logistics of looking after little man are becoming tricky. My mum spoke with me last night about what excuses we could use to explain him being at home for a few weeks. They’re all ashamed off me. Right now I need to burn. Right now I want to give up and die. I hate myself today……………..
Lets give the art room a go instead shall we.