This will be a short one. Today, a retainer client binned me off and then, I spent three hours plus doing The Journey process. I was told by the therapist not to talk about it, so, I won’t. All I will say, is that I feel like a discombobulated Dalek. The hard outer casing has been blown apart, to reveal the small, slimy, vulnerable innards. I am exhausted. The kids’ constant chatter is giving me a headache, so now I am off to bed.
I have faith