Today I continued to run of getting things sorted – had an appointment at the job centre to set up my claim again. It had been stopped because of my depression not allowing me to leave the house.
It was a pretty straightforward visit, but the whole time I was sat there I just wanted to cry.
I’m feeling battered and exhausted. My anxiety is back with a vengeance and I feel really really sick. I’ve also given up drinking. That was very worrying. I’ve managed a day, small steps, huh?