Me again. having a whinge. I went back on cit a few months ago because depression hit me like a train. Wanted to jump of the motorway bridge. Had been feeling cautiously better. Started running again after a longish break and built up to 30 mins 5k 3 times a week. Was fine, feeling so much stronger and happier. Then I got extensor tendinitis - which was what finally stopped me running 2 years ago. I am doing what I should, RICE but it's been 3 weeks now and it still hurts like hell. It could be months before I run again. My mood has dipped so badly. So many things are upsetting me atm - but those things were there 3 weeks ago too but it didn't matter then.
Right now I want to go to bed and stay there and I want someone else to make it alright. Someone else to worry for me. DH won't, that's one of my problems. Had such a go at him last night and for once didn't apologise afterwards. But then neither did he for being a monumental arse. We aren't really talking - which is unheard of as I don't do sulks but I can't say sorry and he it seems won't.
This is shit 