Friday

I started the day by going to the GP. I consider myself lucky with my surgery and the possibility to see the same doctor every time. It was my monthly visit to get my meds and a chat. I had a good chat and told him several things, one of which, what I am seeing and hearing that aren't there. He is going to email my psychiatrist ahead of my appt next week. 
Came out feeling a bit better and relief I had the guts to say these things. 

Tonight I am exhausted. All I could be bothered to do is stand my tulips against the wall.