Retrograde
Today it seemed worse than any day since sectioning. My aim is to dissociate from the monologue; the endless because sentences that all speak of wasted time and hopelessness. Not necessarily because it's better for him. Because actually it's better for both of us. Though the morning started fine, by dinner time I was beginning to feel the pre-sectioning, skin crawling vibe. It is like having ants under my skin, except it is him not me, transmitted in the way he moves, body language, tone of voice. I could feel myself pulling the imaginary armor back on, alongside a desire to just run! and keep on running. So? So...lets' just hope it was a missed tablet.