Had a weird experience today – I was feeling so wretched (a good word mainly found in Austen or Bronte novels or Dickens..) that I felt like cutting myself. For a brief moment it felt like that was the only thing I could do to release the anger and pain that was temporarily inside me. I punched my arm instead and after a while My emotions seemed to pass over like a dark cloud.
I need to sort things out though (ie my job) or else that cloud will come back.
My medicine was to spend over £10 on some brilliant books in Oxfam – now it’s the end of the day I just need sleep.
It’s a pain having to earn money but at least I have that opportunity.
This blog is for UNICEF.
Thanks for reading.