I just got home. It was going better than I expected when I got through Tuesday unscathed - or so I thought. I finally got through today, not without some hitches, how people forget to turn up to their own meetings I will never know.... I just wanted to get home for my Thursday pizza treat, but I missed my usual bus because of a client delaying me, then bus I did get on was rammed, someone sneezed all over me and there was bottles constantly flying around the bus and down the stairs and then someone with about 25 kids blocking the aisle with all their prams, and by the time I got off I felt I was unravelling inside. I feel full of rage and self pity, despite all the work I've done the money's all gone so it's just more of the same just to stand in one place. I'm tired of it. Now I just need to wait for my pizza and hopefully decompress. I've just got one remote meeting and admin tomorrow. Won't be going to my Friday running group yet again because I'm still in rehab and most I've run is 2 miles in the last month. I am really struggling without the mental health benefits of the exercise.