DISGUSTING
To I went to my local GP after a hideous weekend puking all Saturday night red wine and waking up with vomit in my hair, a disastrous human interaction resonating with every beat of my heart, in tears, worried about finance and life. I got there and my lovely doctor wasn't there. But a locum. A crazy old lady with pinky purple hair. I as crying and crying. I told her my life is great, with great friends and a job and a cat and a house but inside of me is a black river that never stops. She made a phone call.
"Chicky I have this girl with me. Have you got 30 minutes to talk to her?"
I was dispatched to visit her sister that lived locally in the Gingerbread house. I clutched the post it note in my hand and snot dribbling down my face. I got there and there I was in the kitchen of the doctors sister and her ex husband.
I had a tea and I spoke of some of the saddest things I never told anyone.
It has been one hell of a crazy weekend.

















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