This week has been tough. I’ve worked some fairly long hours doing a new job in the office that I don’t feel wholly confident on. I’m learning quickly but it’s been a steep curve and it’s taken it’s toll on me a little bit both mentally and physically. I couldn’t wait to see the end of overtime on Saturday.

Sunday has been quite a bit kinder. I got some things out of my system in the early hours – I finally found some words that expressed more or less how I have been feeling and I was able to get them out. I felt bad for the way I’d been behaving recently and for any unintentional hurt I might’ve caused. Thankfully, sometimes I am able to take a step back from things and review them, try and forge an explanation. It doesn’t always make me feel 100% right but it makes things easier to manage when you understand them a bit better.

I’m slowly coming to the conclusion that I’m not completely capable of managing things on my own, however. All the late night talks and self-analysis are soothing but they’re no cure. I know it’s not going to be easy but I’m hoping seeking external help will be the right thing to do. It certainly can’t make things worse, I’m sure.

Today I had a slow morning, visited my dad briefly and had a wander around Parc Trostre. Justin woke around lunchtime and I was glad to catch up with him and relay my morning. He kept me company while I wandered around B&Q looking at all the slightly sad plants.

This evening’s activities including covering up my skunky roots, a slightly overdone chicken dinner courtesy of my mother and hopefully an episode or two of Boardwalk Empire.

Sundays are nice.