Hard therapy session this morning, equally good and bad. Left me realizing what I'm avoiding. Still I managed to get myself to the pool for a 40 minute swim. Didn't enjoy it as much as I could have, but it was physically wearing. That's a good thing. Came home to read for my course and wrote a bit in my diary. Not sure yet whether what I wrote is going to make me feel good, or make me feel worse. But I did bring myself to deal with lots of bits of paperwork that's been building up, including contacting my family about my dad's ashes. Only took me a month. Just hoping my mood doesn't now go downhill.