I feel cold and tired. The temperature has dropped and I can't get warm.
I must find the energy to wrap up and walk the dogs and then to cook supper. It's strange, in my mind I can visualise myself doing these chores, but the hard part is making my body move and do it.
I'm feeling relieved that I went to a photographer and have had my scars photographed. I'm proud I went. It helped that I knew the photographer, that she was a woman and she wasn't a skinny size 16 or below. No way did I want to reveal my body to well, let's just say I was comfortable with her.
I am feeling drained. My compensation claim has been dragging on for what seems like an age. Having to keep going over my trauma just brings it all back, as if I can't fully move on.
Must be positive, must be positive, must b.......................