It's not the end of the world, i'm not dying or injured or homeless or expelled from uni. The first two days of this week nearly everything that could have gone wrong, did. I was a stress pot. I'm slightly better now, but i'm totally fucking knackered. (Was boxing for an hour this morning, cycled an hour to the boathouse, sculled for an hour in the quad, cycled an hour back. I'm tired.)
I will explaing everything in more detail when i get a second to breathe, but i just want to reassure you that all's, well, not well, but surviviable.
Thank you so much for your concern and sympathy. I really do appreciate it. It's the greatest blessing in my life to know that there are good people out there who care about my wellbeing, and to always know that i'm not alone. Thank you for being part of that, all of you. xxx