Currently, I’m experiencing Shame, guilt, and gratitude. Shame because of the self-harm I’ve just done on my shoulders and upper arm. Wrong side of an adjustable spanner so now I’ve ruined my favorite t-shirt due to blood stains. Guilt because of feeling sorry for myself and what I’ve done to make D leave. I haven’t worked that one out but I have several theories. Gratitude as I have the kids in my life. I might only be conscious a few hours of the day but spending time with them, if only minutes, makes the current hard onslaught bearable.
Oh. Positive mention.
Shit. Didn’t see that.
Well at least one of them was positive.