I went out today, as I needed to get things for my class tomorrow.
I walked in the sunshine until I reached the shops. I went into a cafe first, as I was hot in the sun.
I got water and something to eat. Then I went to the shops.
I bought what I needed.
The whole time I am thinking about my mental illness.
I try to distract myself, but the thoughts run on.
I do not really mind becoming depressed if I am honest. I learned a lot from it.
But I do mind the form that it took, and how long the healing process is.
I have been trying to get to a good place for a long time, but I still feel damaged by my illness, and dismayed at the work I need to do to get better.