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I have no excuse. Mumsy texted me this morning and I still haven't replied. I know I worried her on the phone last week, but Oompf is making life a little difficult at the moment. He's gone off for a wander, you see. Weekend Life is amazing. I sleep, I chill, I don't ache so much. Even my tummy settles down. I don't pull the top layer of skin off my lips until my lip bleeds, or the skin around my thumbs until that bleeds. I still feel a certain numbness {hence my inability to reply to a text} but it's a numbness without pain or anxiety. And tomorrow is Monday. Monday brings Exhaustion, Nervous Anxiety, and Icky Belly into my life. I think there's something wrong with me, over and above the depression and anxiety. Husband thinks there's something wrong with me. I think he's been to see young Mr Google and enquired as to what my symptoms may mean. I don't tell you this for your pity or to hear your sympathetic words of kindness. I tell you this because I need you to tell me to go to the doctor. I also tell you this because I need someone to hear the things I can't utter in Real Life. This is not a woe is me post. The internet is simply a useful tool which enables me to get my thoughts out of my head. In other news, we saw Manchester by the Sea yesterday. Casey Affleck? Phwoar! Yes, please! Nightie night.