Friday

Good morning peeps,

I am sitting at my favourite cafe on the cliffs with a pot of tea. The sea is grey and unremarkable, with a haze of pollution over it. But the fishing boats are out, so it can't be that bad.

I slept well with codiene and 5HTP to help. I woke well and put the bed linens in the wash, washed up and put the rubbish out.

At the moment, as a result of my trip on Tuesday, I have terrible flashbacks to the way Jane Fisher slandered me and used my abusers against me to make me out to be a troublemaker, how terrible.

I am not really in pain any more, just exhausted, defeated, waiting for the end.