When I walk in wide spaces I feel so unsteady on my feet, like I’d fall. It feels like I don’t know how to walk anymore. Kind of like depersonalisation or something. Maybe my agoraphobia is returning? I don’t know!
On a sad note, yesterday my budgie Sparky died. I miss him a lot and hate standing in the kitchen because each time I look out the window there is his grave under the rosemary bush. I’m longing for a new bird. Something to fill the gap in my heart and the empty cage which stares at me from the corner. Each time I want to go Hello Sparky but there’s no one there… 