Interlude – Aftermath 

You know that feeling you get after you’ve run a marathon? Exhausted, drained, sore muscled, relieved, proud, empty… Well, that’s how I feel tonight, except I didn’t run a marathon. I didn’t even run up to Lidl. 

I thought days like today were behind me but apparently not. Maybe it’s because of the Rape Crisis Centre sessions – get worse before I get better blah blah. But I can’t take many days like that. I hope I won’t have to. 

Anyway, the day is done. Thank fuck. 

I have spare PJs at the ready for the multiple SaltScrub induced nightwear changes and a range of geeky podcasts lined up for nightmare distraction. 

Dot 💚

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