Thanks everyone.
I know it will get easier.
It just has to.
It is just hard waiting on the funding decision to see whether I am going to get a t or not.
Waiting... Waiting...
I'm not sure who I was when I found myself in hospital.
Just me without a load of memories, I think.
But then I felt pretty small too.
Maybe I got stuck between me and a little one
I don't know.
Katie loves to swing.
I can be co-conscious with her
She likes to swing and ride the bus
But she chatters
And I'm not much good with kids
And I'm afraid something is going to happen to hurt her real bad.
I used to be mean to her
Ignore her
To try and make her go away
(You are supposed to ignore psychotic voices)
But a couple years ago I was told I had to be kind to them.
So I try.
Nobody journals - though I have found stuff written to me before.
Mostly it is just voices in my head.