Living with the decision.

Been my respite weekend (or weekend off) and it’s just me and dog.

Slept through all day Saturday after waking at 7am. Didn’t wake again until 5pm.

Had a more active day with a big dog walk early and another this afternoon before light faded.

I can feel or think whatever and it doesn’t really matter.

I can cry/mope/wish, but it doesn’t matter.

I tried.

I failed.

Nothing is going to come out of the blue, I have to slowly get myself amongst people again, have actual friends and then maybe/perhaps.

I have a weekend once a month, apart from lunch on Friday, I’ve not really been anywhere or around people.

I removed a burden, an expectation, a hope.

Yep no-one to be with or around is tough. I’ve said it all before so no point repeating the beats from previous posts.

I just have to keep coping and keep working on my health and mental health.

It is how it is.