by CrackedGirl on Fri Jul 01, 2011 3:24 pm
Just got back from a choir performance. It went well, tho was a bit triggering as it was in a secure mens' unit and I was just thinking there could be abusers here. My solo went well tho or so ppl said to my face!
Have got a meeting with some ppl up the street about a street party coming up, which I foolishly said I would help with. I want to show ppl I am not just the mad person with the overgrown garden. But tbh I feel like cancelling.
Seeing my therapist tom, which is so needed. Was looking at the scar on my foot. There are two, they are faint but there. And I didnt put them there.
Anyhow, we sang something inside so strong today so I am going to think about that.
Last edited by CrackedGirl on Fri Jul 01, 2011 3:40 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Mother, I can never come home again,0 Comments Viewed 332150 times
cos I seem to have left an important part of my brain somewhere,
somewhere in a field in Hampshire.
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