Tangled
So many thoughts. Too many thoughts. I have retreated into an age-old coping mechanism – watching endless episodes of Angel on DVD. I don’t write here so regularly anymore. I should. Maybe it would help to get the thoughts out, maybe I could process them better then.
Things got worse with the step-daughter.
This resulted in me almost having a panic attack at church on Sunday evening – while I was at the front singing. Excellent. At least it was almost.
I have got three days off work now, doing some stuff at home, on the sofa in my dressing-gown, making the DVD player work for its board and lodging.
I wonder how far she can push me. This situation has thrown me months back in my recovery. Breaking down in tears at work, having to leave the office because I can’t catch my breath. What more?
I can’t untangle the thoughts.
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