I woke up around 5.45, dozed a little here and there; but with the intrusive checks, rising light and the noises of an awakening psych ward I cannot sleep.
It’s just after 9.00am, I’ve reluctantly dragged myself to the dining area to pick up yet another pale cold soggy piece of toast. I’m tired both emotionally and physically. My arm is sore from previous episodes of self inflicted damage. I feel defeated and I honestly don’t know how to get through today.