Beauty amongst the nettles

Beauty in dark places. Grace in the storm. Carried through by my loving Father.

Coffee with Bibs. She was very loving. I tried to explain how I feel I’m in breakdown mode but am still going. And I’m sort of okay in some ways. I don’t know, too confusing. Bibs said I should write a book. Tempting.

Meeting at church to talk about what I’ll teach on Sunday. I was distracted by lowness at times. But good to think about God keeping his promises whatever happens. I will be with him in the end.

Trip to Bury St Edmunds to meet a new family coming to church. This might, in the past, have provoked anxiety but I was fine about it. Had a good time. Struggled to hold it together towards the end.

Quiz night. Struggled with the people. Struggled with the quiz. Decided to leave but had a stressful interaction with W as I went.

The rain echoed my mood as I walked home, plotting to hurt myself. Due to the plaster on my wrist limiting access, I opted for extra pills. Had a cry before making up with W via text. Still feel a bit hurt or sad about it all.