Sunday

I was awake and up at 5.20am.  My chest was thumping. Hard to catch my breath. 
Lay on the sofa for the morning. It's Sunday and the show must go on.....
She wanted to go to Ocean Terminal. 
I tried to tell her how I was feeling but she looked bewildered like she had never heard anything like it. I didn't go any further, no point. I just wish I could talk to someone, and someone I  know. 


Today I feel scared. Self harmed.
Oh, the blip is using my new photography ball. I need to get outside with it.