Monday

I had to get out of bed this morning. I had an appt with a new Community Link Worker along at the Dr surgery. I had no idea what to expect. What I didn't expect was to have to tell her my life story and where I am at. Spent most of the appt in tears. 
Initially she has mentioned I could do up to 3 therapy walks and a 6wk mental health wellness course. 
I can see her up to 6 times and next Monday she will have a list of resources and we are going to discuss what I can do. 

Came home via the chemist picking up my  meds. 
Then back into bed. Still thinking about my therapist situation, it's making me ill. I want to just stop, give up. I feel no future despite what happened this morning.