I have no idea where this feeling has come from, but tonight I wish I was back on the female ward in the hospital with the clock.
Tonight I’m thinking off all the support workers and nurses and I’m wishing that for just one night, I could talk with them, have a cuppa with them and get some support from them.
I’ve got this feeling of sadness, and overwhelm that just snook up on me, and I need more help than I’ve been getting since moving home.
I wish I could call C again. I really miss her.