In the BottomLess Pit.

I woke up and thought there was a small rodent on my pillow.

No... just another clump of my hair.

Another thing to add to The Stress List.

Actually, there's another one.
My typing has gone really bad, as well as my sense of spelling.
I had to ask LittleOne how to spell graffiti last night, and I'm still having issues spelling it now.

How long can I carry on like this?
Only eating dates through the day, and then dinner with the family.
Staying my room, only coming out to eat dates, use the toilet or go to work.
Tearing up every few minutes, and then spending another 20 minutes trying to calm myself down.
Taking a mixture of Nytol, Piriton and Night Nurse at night, so I can knock out when my head hits the pillow and I don't have to think anymore.
Only speaking properly to LittleOne, and uttering the basics to the rest of the family.

I want to tidy my room.
...but I seem to end up curled up in my bed instead.

I washed my hair this morning.
It looks like I drowned it in chip fat, already.

I can't speak on the phone without that lump growing in my throat.

I can't go through with The Plan.
I cry everytime I think of it.