So next week about Tuesday or so, I am moving back to the seaside suburb where I originally stayed. My husband and I miss the sea so excited and stressed out with all the packing ahead and organising everything.
Last evening heard voices for first time in a few weeks. Alien told me Iām a murderer. Tried to take over my brain. But luckily it was not for long.
Must be the stress I guess
Was supposed to see my pdoc on Tuesday last but was raining so I cancelled it. It was just as well as I caught a cold and had to rest. I will have to see him next month sometime. Have a lot of questions to ask him.