I’m sitting in the doctors waiting for what seems like a fortnight. I don’t like sitting around, my mind starts wandering.
It’s been an odd week, a reminder that life is short. A sadness that not everyone is lucky enough to have a long life.
The realisation that I’m still struggling in some aspects. I suppose I thought when I started writing about how isolated I felt things might improve but to be honest they haven’t.
There’s always the promise of ‘we’ll meet for coffee’ but in reality it doesn’t happen. Or not often anyway.
I know I’m my own worst enemy. I know if I suggest something to someone and I get a knock back I probably won’t ask again.
My confidence is still very low and although I am doing better there are still challenges.
I am so blessed to have my amazing family. In the last couple of days I’ve needed them and they’ve been there. In tough times this is a huge support.
There are positives, there always are. Some adventures to look forward to anyway. I know if I could sleep I’d be feeling better.
I’m glad it’s the weekend and looking forward to hopefully relaxing or doing things that I want to do.
Have a good weekend everyone.