Yesterday’s post was a very difficult one for me. I almost didn’t click “publish”. I almost uploaded a picture of the pens and pencils I was sorting out. But I didn’t, because I think I need to be honest not only with you, the readers of this blog, but also with myself.
What I went through over the summer was horrific. I have been through a very traumatic event and, somehow, come out of the other side. I eventually asked for help and I am now starting to receive it.
For me, that means a volunteer who will help me get out and about (I’ve not been out on my own since the beginning of June) and do some fun things again. Hopefully, this will mean I will be able to go into Manchester soon, possibly before the new year. I’m also waiting for CBT (Cognitive Behavioural Therapy) and to be seen by psychiatry. I had worked so hard on building up my confidence over the past few years and I just feel it’s all gone overnight.
Anyway, here’s a picture of progress on the Cria cardigan
and a story about a man in a giraffe costume who helps people in Scotland.