I won’t be going to Portugal with Andrew and Kelly and Aidan. My mind cannot handle it and that’s just the way it is right now. The way it is often, actually. I know how normal a holiday should be to go on and arrange for anyone else, but my OCD brain doesn’t get to know such a thing. It’s 4:30 in the a.m. and I’m, well, awake, and trying to just be myself. A thing that very, very, VERY rarely truly gets to happen for me and my mind. That’s not ok, as it turns out. That’s… a world of mental shit which I try and calm as well as I can by not entertaining this outlandish and entirely complex imbalance. I keep on going, I keep on trying to feel like myself. I’m not gonna say what I am really like with or without the chemical imbalance ruling the roost most of the time. Cos, truth is, I’m not even too sure about that particular thing. Watched The Wonder the other night. Very good film, slow but a very good story, no less 😊 Florence Pugh was extremely good in it, too 👍