Hello. I’ve done for the last two days what I normally do in times of difficulty, namely stay indoors and shut myself away from activities and events.
It’s not the best idea to be doing that, but the events of Monday have given me little choice. Monday wasn’t a good day at all. It started badly with some bad news (I’m unable to give more details) and then Monday evening saw a happening that freaked me out. Someone fainted at the umpires training course and I feared the worst. I really did. Thankfully the person was ok, but it does make you think.
I was due to go to volunteering yesterday and I pulled out at the last minute, as I wasn’t in a good frame of mind. You see, traumatic happenings have an effect on me that I retreat into my shell for a while. That front door handle in the flat remained unturned as I was in an anxious state.
Today, I was due to be assisting at a cafe in a local mental hospital, but withdrew last night as still, my mind is in a little turmoil. Suddenly, my health and that of others is becoming a dominating thought. It’s been a dreadful month for illness, with several friends and colleagues falling prey to the flu bug that’s been doing the rounds. Only another 80 minutes to go and we’re in February….this month is eminently forgettable.
Tomorrow? Well it’s Peer Support and I’ll have to see when I wake up, what kind of mood I’m in and whether I’ll make it. Of course, staying in isn’t helping anyone or anything, but it’s been a tough week and retreating is the only way that I react to bad news. Perhaps I need to get this week out of the way and return to normal next week? Perhaps.
January,…it’s not been nice knowing you.