Six month.

Well six months have passed at imes it feels like six seconds and other times it feels like six years. Still have no idea where my life is supposed to go from here. I am second guessing everything I am doing and for what reason I do it. Did I do the painting for me , or do it to change  things or did I do it because it needed doing. Had a reunion last week withpeople I have not seen for a few years and wit was not as bad as I ought it would be. No awkward questions, glad may daughter went with me. Still felt like I was blending into the background on purpose. 
Still loathing being in bed at night it is so cold and lonley there and dread closing my eyes as lately I have started to dream and my dreams have never been nice. 
My daughter moved back home. To keep a eye on me she says.mits nice to have here around but she is so much like her mum it hurts. I see so much of her mum in her it is so hard at times having here home.