Do you reckon you could take a break sometime? I mean, I know you like being around and don’t appreciate it when I am actually getting along all right in life but seriously, what’s with bothering me almost every day? It’s always something. Something trivial to something big. But it has to be something. It’s no wonder I love sleeping. That’s like the only time I’m not dealing with you. And when I’m seeing clients I guess. Provided they are not suicidal. Because if they are, I hear you laughing with sadistic pleasure at being back. I would really and truly like a break from you. To not worry about all the zillion things about the future. To not feel nauseous. To not catastrophise and awfulise. To not think about the worst-case scenarios. At the moment, I cannot afford to go to the gym which used to help me manage you a lot better….I think I managed to tire you out. Don’t you have other people to bother? Why do you love hanging out with just me?
So please….I beg you…leave me alone!!!!
Until next time,