The 100th Post.
I'm tired today. And eating. The fight is draining from me.
I was with Alex last night. And at the weekend. 4th Weekend in a row.
I eat when I'm with him. I eat. I don't worry, I eat, I'm happy... with him.
We've only really been 'together' for three weeks. This is insane. I keep pinching myself - surely this can't last.
We think we love each other.
Maybe we do.
I've had to stop to cry here.
He has just sent me a message in reply to a link I sent him earlier - a link to the psychiatrist I'm due to see:
He seems like he knows what he's talking about so no doubt you'll be in safe hands! Good luck!
If you ever need someone to chat to, just give me a ring...I probably won't know what to say, but I'll do what I can! In fact, if there's ever anything I can do, just let me know. I want to help you get better and understand as much as I can.
Love you xxxx
What else can I do but cry; the emotion is pouring out of me. I don't know what emotion any more.
"I want to help you get better and understand as much as I can."
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