its friday and i have been in the house for most of the week apart from a couple of small walks in the garden
aggy is my freind its keeps me safe but i hate it at the same time
my mind is a psychadelic swirl of colours words emotions
i need stimulation and freedom but aggy says no a big bold NO
i tell myself this is just a blip i will get over it and i will but when aggy sits on my right shoulder she doesn't budge its hard to move her its likened to having a hod of bricks permanently stuck to you
i wish people could understand but unless they have had some dealings with her they really dont ...oh i don't blame them
even the support workers and cbt therapists don't really get me
me and aggy get me we understand we know what makes me tick
i am still worthy of friendship i am not a strange being descended from another planet
me and aggy are off to do some chores now
if you got this far thanks for reading
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