I thought I was making steps towards feeling a lot better, definitely less depressed and the anxiety was at a more manageable level.
Then today I decided 'hey it's your day off! You've been meaning to get out walking more, why don't you get the bus to town then walk the nice scenic route to the cemetery to lay some flowers for mum and dad and nan'
Great idea at the time.
I finally got out of the door after procrastinating for a bit then lots of tiny little things pushed me in to verging on a panic attack on the bus, this became tears which got worse as I walked through town trying desperately to avoid people. Full on blubbering mess until I got to a quiet footpath where I composed myself a bit. When I got to the cemetery the peace and quiet and the beauty of the primroses made me blub all over again while sat on a bench. Then I cried at the grave. 🙄
Fuck me so many tears today.
I finally got my shit together and was able to walk back and by the time I was in town I even managed to go in to a cafe on my own (never done that before) for a much needed cuppa.
I feel so drained and low now though.
I'm fine when I'm not doing much at home, I'm ok at work, I can go places if I'm with other people so why was today such a disaster?
Urgh