I needed a couple of days off from DF; I felt like I had nothing to contribute and nothing to say.
Tuesday was a a new low for me, but yesterday I found myself feeling slightly more positive. I think Trump being elected President of the States gave the misanthrope in me something to smile about since the impending apocalypse is probably that much closer now . American politics has officially turned into the greatest reality show of all. I can see "Keeping up with the White House" hitting E! anytime soon now! In case you're wondering, I wasn't rooting for Hillary either; her white-lady, bourgeois feminism made me want to throw up in the same kind of way Emma Watson's does.
When the news broke I messaged my partner, then I logged into my old Facebook account to have a giggle about it with Robert. His opening line in our chat was "Where the hell have you been man!?" I really didn't think he'd notice or care I'd been gone. I didn't realise he was invested in our friendship; I assume by default that nobody really is. I've isolated almost everyone I know. The only people I have any sort of relationship with at this stage are my mother, my partner and my cat.
I managed to find it in me to set an appointment with my therapist after much cajoling from my partner; Monday at 3.00 p.m. it is.
I've started trying to crochet a bit. So far I've managed a third of a granny square.
This morning I woke up with a really dicky tummy so I slept in until 9.00 a.m.. It was pretty glorious. I'd forgotten what having a long lie in feels like.
I'm going to go around the forums and blogs now. I feel like I'm finally in a place where I can lend a helping hand or a shoulder to cry on at last.