A mixed bag of a weekend. Highs and lows. Bloody depression, you think you are doing great and then wallop here we go again. No where near as bad as it was but I didn’t go to the dinner, I just couldn’t bring myself to go.
I also have to stop being so bloody sensitive. I asked a question today and felt about an inch tall at the reply I got. I know I can take things to heart but it was the way the reply was made. I felt like an awful eejit and had to force myself to stay in the place because I knew I’d regret it if I left.
On the plus side Lucy was home for the weekend which is always lovely. Our village drawing project has also started which I love being part of. There are some very talented artists in the group and they are so generous with their time. They were showing me how to measure things in art yesterday, I don’t really get it but I’m trying. It’s at times like this that I think I have ADHD, if something comes easily to me all well and good but when it doesn’t I lose interest, I will try though because I love art.
We’ll see what the coming week holds for me, I have counselling on Tuesday, a new counsellor and in a strange way I’m looking forward to it. I’m hoping to tackle being oversensitive – about time too.