Wednesday

Found on the beach. A bonfire and seats ready to go.

Full of anxiety I went to my counselling appointment. As I was talking about my week my counsellor asked me if I knew what I was doing. I related this question to what I was talking about. So I said no.
She was relating her question to what I was doing in front of her. I had no idea. Unbeknown to me I was scratching my arm to the extent it was bleeding, I was also shaking my leg.

An emotional charged session. She can see an improvement , I can only see a big mess in front of me.