Today has been an improvement, been quite bouyant all evening despite starting it off in a bad mood.
Had an episode on the way home though. Slight anxiety lead to horrid, racing thoughts and shit memories. I had a good cry, well, tears flowed but I didn't wail as I walked down the street.
That would have made a sight, me in my trench-coat crying my eyes out like some Victorian Fop. Oh if only I had a ruffled shirt. Damn and blast!
Felt better for the cry, felt better to be home again.