I am starting to lose myself again, I’ve had the burning need to lock myself away somewhere alone and just write until I’ve processed my

I am starting to lose myself again, I’ve had the burning need to lock myself away somewhere alone and just write until I’ve processed my
I was supposed to go into the city to have a blood test today to check I’m ok for chemo on Monday but the blood
I’m terrified to be here, but there is safety in it’s emptiness. The echo of only my own footsteps traipsing down the vacant grey halls
*This is a throw back from our drafts folder circa June 2020 ish? Pre cancer diagnosis but while knowing we were physically unwell and attempting
I wagged chemo this week. If I’m honest Im a touch on the depressed side right now and I just couldn’t face it. The thought
Last week we seem to of accidentally opened Pandora’s box of mental madness by opening up in therapy a little about one of the childhood
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