On Monday I became tearful at home. Actually I started to shake, became dizzy, blood glucose a little too high so I called in sick. Yesterday I turn up early for my class and I burst into tears for no reason. Took me an hour to walk a mile. Dizzy looking up or down made things a little complicated.

Called work to say I feared for today my longest and most demanding day of the week.

Booked an appointment with my GP. I think I’ve hit a wall. The terms anxiety and depression are meaningless a little bit like me and maybe that’s the point. I’m all spent. Can’t keep track. Don’t care about my appearance. Barely eating. Not pretty really.

Anyhow surely I can’t be the only one at the end of their emotional and psychological rope. If only I could feel energised...