70. Mornings are the worst.

My arms are sore.  I had to rip the dressings off last night, as the itching was so intense I couldn’t sleep. Today the wounds have dried and are very painful.  I have no dressings left and this ward is not stocked for burns. An amazon order should arrive tomorrow.

The mornings are the worst for me at the moment. I am at my lowest when I get up. I don’t want to get up but morning meds force me to. I’m so tired, but no one seems to believe me when I say I’m not sleeping. I hate myself today.  I’ve just looked in the mirror and I look rough.  I’m gaining weight despite the almost daily exercise and I feel so alone. I’m taking too long to get better.

I also miss little man today.  I want to see him, but I can’t.

Loopy x.

Author: insideloopyshead

On paper I have the perfect life, good career, supportive and loving partner and a beautiful little son. But today I want to die. It’s time to set my thoughts free. Come along with my daily mental adventures and gain insight into warped thinking and it’s hazards and maybe support me along the way. View all posts by insideloopyshead