My depression has abated. Instead I am losing weight.
I am losing weight fast and I can't stop or help it. I guess it's because I'm either running around at work or I'm at the gym. And I am scared. Even I'm noticing I'm getting smaller, and Dan's worried.
I feel as though I should be excited. This is what I want, right? But instead I am shocked and afraid, and I feel out of control. I've asked Satnav to come see me in Norwich this weekend so I can speak to him about it. I feel as though everything is spinning out of control and I need somebody to hold on to, to ground me, to keep me still. For some reason, I can't allow that person to be Dan.