Pre-therapy

I am a bundle of nerves. Jitters. I have slept but woken up every hour scared and shaky. I keep listening for animals inside. I hear things all the time. I don't want to go to therapy today - I know it will be horrible and scary as shit, whatever we do there. So I really don't want to put myself through that. But I will. I will. I will.

In other news, my order for re-docorating my flat has gone missing without me knowing. And here I am, prepared for the painters to come in any day, and I will have to wait another two months. Dissapointing but hey, that's life.