I feel rubbish.
I hate how I look but that's an ongoing issue. I've too much on at work. That's neither here nor there really as I like work and it's a good escape as I can deal with other people's shit and not my own.
My stepdad killed himself 2 weeks ago. Hung himself in a shitty hotel miles from home in a city we've no connection to. We weren't close but seeing my family blame themselves is fucking awful. My memory is absolutely shot so I don't even really have happy memories to share when they're all talking about him.
I'm drinking a bit too much (not to dependency or to a point where I can't get up and drive legally, but it's a couple every night although I've now run out so that's sorted itself out).
DH and the DC are keeping me going, but I'd gladly run away otherwise. I've not told anyone else how I'm feeling and have no intention of doing so.