Monday

Last  day of my holidays and I had to set the alarm for my psychiatrist appointment. Didn't have a great sleep and when I woke, I instantly thought about Mum.
Drove along and managed to go through a red light and stop at  a green light, much to the annoyance of people behind.

Got to Inchkeith House and they couldn't find my name in the system. After 10 mins sitting I got called over to the counter. Turns out they cancelled my appointment but didn't bother to tell me. I ended up in tears, something else going wrong. They apologised profusely and tried to get an appointment as soon as. They offered me one tomorrow at the end of the day and it turned out to be with a parent from work, who bizarrely walked in at that moment. I said no. So changed it to next week.

Next I met a friend for lunch, the same one as I went for breakfast on Friday. A nice lunch and chat.
Blipped, after I drove her home and an attempt to distract myself.

Got home and I tried to occupy myself. Failed. Kept thinking of the busy week ahead, doctor, dentist, car in for mot, training on child protection after work, no counselling. It all got too much.
Didn't care, I harmed, cried and tried to sleep.
I wish I could cope.