Boxing Day was weird, I tried to sleep late but I obviously couldn’t. I got up and worked out then had a long soak in the bath. I’ve found that if I close the door and there’s no light outside of it, if I leave the bathroom light turned off I can kind of turn it into a makeshift sensory deprivation tank. It’s oddly therapeutic.
When I eventually went downstairs I considered having some lunch but didn’t feel like it so I went over to my mum and Paul’s. I took over the basic original version of Pandemic and taught them how to play that. We came close to winning too and by the end of the second game it felt like they knew what they were doing. It was a nice distraction. They were great about not asking any questions or trying to delve into what is going on. It’s what I needed from them.
When I got home though I did talk to a couple of friends. Emma, who is a great listener and one of the most even keeled people I’ve ever met got the whole story and acted as a brilliant therapist. I know Mitchell was probably there too and will be invaluable when it comes to me just needing to go grab a beer and chill. On the other hand my best friend in the world Spam did exactly that and listened to everything, asked questions, talked it out with me and generally helped me out amazingly. I have some amazing friends and I hope they know how much they mean to me. I hate feeling like a burden and unloading on people, even when I know I’m not and they genuinely want to listen and help.