After a successful, sunny morning, here comes the rain and with it come the destructive parts, the negative thoughts, the dangerous ideas.
I’ve done the maths. I have 17 days til my next CPN appointment. After Thursday I have 21 days til my next psych appointment. I have 15 days with absolutely no mental health care.
It’s nobody’s fault, unless you want to blame Jesus and Easter. It’s just the way it goes. Looking for the silver lining to my cloud, at least it’s the school holidays so I can catch up on missed sleep. The flip side is that K is at home which limits my chances to walk off any negativity. I also have my uni assignment to prep for and start working on.
It’s not going to be fun, I know that much.