The unrest is back. My return always heralds it's arrival. I hate it. I feel as though I am being pulled in different directions, yet forsaken, spent and forgotten at the same time. I fucking hate it.
I need a serious hug.
Even more so because I got some more bad news today. As well as the funeral of my friend's mum last week, there will now be one for another friend's husband. Just dropped dead - so so sad! He was a gem. Bad news has come in 3s too - another friend has just been told that her dad has weeks left. All amazing people who I will never, ever forget.
I wish my boy were here. I need him more than he'll ever realise.