Saturday

Full of premenstrual rage.

And regret at late-night drunken Facebooking.

I have flip-flopped from needing people’s support to trying to offer it.

On Monday I will go to see Dr Bagg.

What will I say?

Am I better?

I laughed out loud today, for the first time in ages (my husband got stuck in the car).

Am I better?

I truly don’t know.

If I had a blade right now, I would cut, but is that habit rather than emotion?

I want to hurt.