Wednesday, 27 April 2016
Only 54 days until I go on a holiday to my favourite place on earth. I couldn't look more forward to it. Surely I can last that long? People ask how I am and I say good but I'm suffocating. I'm struggling to breathe. I hate myself so much it's unbearable. I'm lost as what to do. I have my psychiatrist appointment tomorrow and my support worker which I'm looking forward to seeing someone I can be honest with.