Today I am having a duvet day. My essay is done and submitted, the dog has been walked, the shopping is done. Now I can take time to rest, to regroup, maybe to see if I can work out why everything feels so unreal. If nothing else, it will mean I am safe until I see my psych tomorrow.
I have food, I have tea, I have books. If I decide to take my duvet downstairs I have plenty of things on Sky+ to watch. I have my colouring book and pens. If I choose to do nothing but lie down, that’s fine. Sleep is fine. I just need to exist, to be, somewhere warm and safe. With no need to do anything except breathe.