Despite feeling lousy when I woke up I went to therapy. Its hard going I hate being in a group, plus I've always found it difficult to express myself. For some reason something was triggered in me and I ended up in floods, which I hate. I find it hard to cry in public. It is helpful to feel that I'm not alone that others have gone through similar feelings to me. Its hard admitting to strangers that you have had enough of life, that a combination of tiredness of fighting and loneliness has brought you so low.
This evening I had my photography class and managed to make it, its going to be hard for a while doing both in a day but I need to stick with it.
Hopefully due to tiredness and issues brought up in therapy I'm having a bad time now. But I know its important for me to keep going to both for my recovery.
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