Today I am cranky.
Today everything seems so hard.
Today the thought of peeling the potatoes makes me want to throw things.
Today the sound of whingeing makes my teeth hurt.
Today everything I have to do seems impossible.
Today I just wish people would stop wanting me, touching me, talking at me…
Today the sound of the flooring going down in the new part of the house is driving me freaking insane!
Today I want to run away.
But I won’t.
Because tomorrow will be better.
And because I will be ok.
R U OK?