I can tell I missed my anxiety meds this morning, I am plagued by thoughts dancing around telling me what a disappointment I was to my Dad.
I think that coming up to this first anniversary we are all going to find things hard. I wish I’d been well when he died, I wish I could have had a life and house in a state that he could recognise it as good.
I wish I didn’t constantly feel the need to put my best face forward to Dad and Mum and the Princess or that when I do mention how tired and in pain I am they didn’t seem to forget if or dismiss it as unreal.
I just feel like I was such a let down to Dad today.