A simple comment by another patient that sparked a quick downward spiral. I’m not missing him today, and I’m mad at myself for that. I’ve been having better days, and I’ve not seen my son in weeks. Is our bond ireparably broken? I’m a horrible mother. I’m a horrible person. I need to burn.
I needed distracting from these thoughts. A game of draughts with a member of staff has settled me a little (and prevented me from burning).
Today the confilct in my head is edging (see 74), towards the injection. My moods really are all over the place.