I've been rather absent for the last two weeks. Apologies! I had to take a bit of a mental health break, so I spent some time with friends, did a little bit of sight-seeing in various places. It's been a good couple of weeks. I've tried new foods and drinks, I've cried, and I've laughed until everything hurt.
Now I'm settling down once again and trying to get back on track. There's a lot of catching up to be done.
So here's the thing. I'm torn. Should I feel guilty about not posting much in the last two weeks? Because honestly, I don't feel guilty in the slightest. I've had some of the best and worst times in my life over the last fortnight. I've had anxiety bring me to my knees during a concert and I've laughed until I cried at my own naivety whilst talking to friends.
I've even managed to sleep through the night a few times, which is something of a miracle at the moment; especially when you take into account the fact that I was assaulted and harassed by strangers at nearly every turn.
Tomorrow I'll be phoning the Dr to make an appointment to be referred back to therapy. Before this break, I discovered that the damage from the first assault ran a lot deeper than I initially realised. I want to go and deal with it now. I need to deal with it. I need to take my life back.
So that's the plan. I'm going to get on top of my mental health and then I'm going to work on making the website sustainable. If I can get it to the point whereby I'm making a living wage, brilliant! I can escape the benefits trap I'm in right now without getting a job that drives me into a downward spiral.
I hope you've all had a fantastic week and I'm sorry for leaving you for so long. I'm back now!
Love and hope,