Strike three.

So I'm in Chch, my parents bought me a ticket as soon as I called them and here I sit, on Mum's laptop in the office.

As shite as I was feeling yesterday I had to make a decision; either wallow and let it just take me over or take it and move pass it. So I cried for many hours, managed to get my arse on the plane whilst being in shock of some sort and today I feel good. I hate that I feel embarrassed, ashamed and disapointed in myself but I still do. I'll get past this and go back to Wellington once I've changed my medications and talked to my counciler here and feel ready to face the real world again. Right now though, I'm a bit fragile and I don't think I'd manage to survive another hit (although I am continually surprising myself in that respect) so I'm taking the cuddles, my Izzy, Mokey and my friends here in the idea that this is a break from life.

I miss everyone from work, it really sucks and I think my plant will probably die. :( Meh. such is life.