Quick hello...

...to let you know I am ok.

My mum is also ok, we think. She doesn't seem to have fallen into the depths. Fingers crossed it was just a slight blip. You never really know with alcoholics.

Still no job for me. I have to confess, I chickened out of one interview this week, and lied to John about it, saying that the man cancelled on me. Sad face. I just couldn't do it. I got all worked up and imagined the worse and completely talked myself out of it. The self-loathing after was rather immense, especially as I lied to John and we are desperatwely skint. I'm a stupid cow.

Palpitations have been non-existant so far this month, which I'm relieved about. TOM is approaching though, so we'll see if they return just as before again.

Sadness

My Mum has fallen off the wagon. Not in huge way, but I'm scared. I'm scared she won't be able to pull herself back; that this will mark a new episode in a new series of the descent into the throws of alcoholism at it's most devastating.

More tomorrow when my eyes are not so sore.