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I know Kieran’s call yesterday was meant to comfort me. I know he means well. But all it did was cement in my mind that I must be going mad. It’s one thing worrying about myself, but the constant stream of people telling me they’re worried about me isn’t doing me any favours. Mandy, Mum, Kieran. I don’t have anyone else in my life. Not really. Other than the kickboxing class. And if I don’t turn up to that this week, there might not be a class left. It might even be a good way to take my mind off things for a couple of hours, release some pent-up energy and frustration. But energy isn’t something I’ve got in plentiful supply right now.
I went back to work today. I guess part of me worried that I wouldn’t be able to get away with constantly taking time off, that sooner or later I’d nee
