I’m not sure if I’m dissociating. Things seem weird. I’ve gone from being so far in my head it worries me, to half hanging out my own ears and struggling to stay “in”. 

Today rolled up a couple surprises. Mum had another fall, she’s a black eye. She’s okay otherwise just bruised and a bit sore. 

I got my script from the docs, so new meds and sleeping pills, hopefully they’ll work.

The kids are as “them” as ever. This is a perfectly positive thing. 

I love deeply, every single one of the people currently in my life and even a few not in it. Regrets, I have a few. Don’t we all. 

I feel weird. Not bad weird. Good weird.