Slow Motion

A trip to the torturers hairdressers this afternoon for my annual cut. It wasn’t where I wanted to be but I wasn’t going to cancel it. I hate the hairdresser and always come out with a headache as I am so tense. At least Mum can no longer say I have rat’s tails!

Everything has happened in slow motion today, I feel detached and not really here. There was a morning of tears and sleep.
I hate myself for not being able to feel the same all day, I have no control of my feelings and thoughts. At the moment I am thinking I don’t want to do another day.