Rainy Days and Mondays.

Today is both, and windy too.
There seems to be more weather when you live by the sea.

I still felt crap this morning, so I made a docs appointment for this afternoon. I'm not sure what I'm going to say yet.
Something about the fact that psych woman keeps coming up with a different diagnosis every time she sees me - thats the bloody point! I'm never the same person for two days in a row, and mentally I'm exhausted by it. And that if he wants to take me off all the meds then thats fine with me. At the moment I just want everyone to leave me alone so I can stay in bed until it's over.
Oh, and by the way, I still spend a lot of time wishing I was dead.

This man thing is also doing my head in. I think the best thing for me is just to say its over. Done. Caput. I can't ever see how I can get over all the promises he made to me and broke, all the things I did for him even though he let me and my children down, all the times he hurt me.

But it's tough.