I got out of bed at lunchtime.
Pretended not to sleep on the sofa this afternoon. But failed.
And now I feel like its bedtime again.
Actually, I did manage to drag my arse out of the house to go for a walk round the fields. A tiny achievement in another repetitive, unchanging day. Where my brain is overflowing with disgust, hatred and disappointment. My body feels numb.
Days drag on and on. Nothing changes.
Black dog has trapped me.