On a day when the sun finally went in and a chill in the air returned I'm at home. I'm not working for a while.
The realisation that I need time away became overwhelming on Sunday afternoon. Now on Thursday I'm signed off and trying to fight my way out of the darkness that binds me.
I should have made the decision earlier. That I fought on too long is clear to everyone. The future looks bleak but with the pressure off I am calmer.
This afternoon I'm seeing psychology for the second time in two weeks. We only got as far as 1994 in the history. It seems likely I will get a further diagnosis. I need this.
There was talk of getting the Crisis, Assessment and Treatment Team involved but I'm not sure yet. I could have done with them on Monday, today perhaps less so.
People have reached out in their kindness. For that I am grateful. At some point I will escape to Kent and walk along the beach. See dad.
How long this will last is anyone's guess but I think it is likely to be at least a couple of months. I need to make some decisions in that time.
I Heard a Voice.
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