What an absolutely great day. Spent with friends riding on a boat on the Thames river. The fresh air, water and of course the pints really did so much to help.
Not everyone knew about my thing (whatever you want to call it) so I could pretend I was the old Devon. The one who was carefree and fun…..who could relish in Evie’s giggle and make fun of Scottie. I even drove the boat and parked it. I was so proud of myself. The dock men said ‘absolutely perfect’.
I did have a couple moments of abrupt realisation but even when I was laying in bed next to Elliott last night and talking to him about my fears I didn’t cry. I felt stronger and I was grateful for a day of freedom from the cloud that’s inside my head.