That’s it, my trip home is over and in all honesty I’m relieved. We’re up at 5.30 am tomorrow to head back to some normality.
I have no idea what 2019 will hold for myself and little man. What I do know is that I hold little optimism.
I’ve had teary sessions at home, with good reason and without. I’m still staggering, searching for footholds; but I keep slipping.
I have however regained some control over my purging habits, so that I guess is progress.