... Having to be relentlessly positive is grinding me down. Can't even speak to the crisis team without being expected to drink the happy clappy, positive thinking, everything is due to self-esteem and personal outlook kool-aid.
Sometimes I just want to say it fucking hurts and be allowed to cry and be weak for a moment.
I hereby open the the ranty room - come in, let off steam, collapse in a heap (duvets provided) and then have some tea and biscuits. 