I’m sitting here feeling sick. Willing myself to make a commitment to go out singing. Which I love. But I want to hide at home.
I’m being honest. It’s probably as hard to read as it is to write.
I’m struggling with anxiety. Fuelled by Sheffield City Council, children’s worries, school and the dark. Not all the time. This morning I was fine. But at this moment. Now.
So I’m going to stop typing, have a cup of tea and get ready to go out, giving both my children cuddles before I go. Tomorrow I’ll go to work and it will be ok. And then one day I will feel a lot better and it happen less and less often.
But this is a bit rubbish.