So, someone at work brought a book in for me today.  ’Feel the Fear… and Do It Anyway!’
Given ‘The Current Situation’ (which I can’t talk about at the moment) with another colleague which is yet to iron itself out, I have been completely freaking out and panicking and waiting to be arrested and sent to prison.  The woman who gave me the book used to do assertiveness courses.
She clearly thinks that I can’t look after myself.  And she’s right.
After being put back on medication for feeling like hyper-crap, I feel that I’ve kind of failed in all of my objectives never to become a vegetable again… now I am a vegetable.  The Citalopram makes me feel like shit, like I’m going to spew all the time, and so tired that I can barely keep my eyes open… unless I’m meant to be asleep.
I had a look at the book but it was total very much geared towards people being indecisive and fearing the unknown, as opposed to fearing being brutalised by some mad idiots – but I will give it a go.  And the main message of the book is that no matter what happens, it is an experience and it will pass.

I really hope that’s true.