Back home

I’ve been back home for a couple of days. Stress and sadness going on just now. I think I’m getting worse. We came in to town yesterday for Remembrance Day but it only took a few steps before anxiety and fog drove me back to the car to wait for V who needed to collect a parcel. I spent the rest of the day under my fibro blanket. A weighted duvet.

Today is I guess a better day as I’ve actually made it into town under my own steam. Albeit slowly. Head, balance and nerves on edge. I’ve been into a couple of shops trying to get my jobs done and I’m getting stuck for words, feel overwhelmed and want to cry. I’m 64 and it’s frustrating as hell. Noisy people invading my head now. Time to head home.