I spent a lot of time soul searching yesterday. Asking questions. Seeking reasons. Arse kicking. It seems to have paid dividends in some respects at least.
Thursday's group therapy session left me feeling extremely depressed and very confused; why is something that is supposed to do be doing me good making me feel so shite? I don't much like people... I'm a shy and retiring type at heart. I certainly find it hard to deal with others and the group dynamics of my fellow attendees is such that I am extremely uncomfortable in their presence. I left the building feeling mentally battered... physically shaky... as though I was exiting a warzone...
Bullet Holes
Somehow I can't ever see me enjoying the group therapy sessions and quite frankly I don't think they are doing me the slightest bit of good. I'm resolved to carry on with them though and even managed to give myself a bit of a pat on the back for sticking with the torture while others have already fallen by the wayside. We Brits don't go in for self praise very often, but where it is due a little self-congratulation may not be amiss.
So anyway I spent a day away from my friends here and wallowing inside my head; the result is that I feel better for it, although I did miss you all... but that was yesterday and this is today.
A new day then, but pretty much the same old Usky... 
