14 Jan, 2008

It'll be three weeks tomorrow.

Most of last week was spent in the Psych unit; I didn't feel suicidal per se, just unable to cope. They were pretty cool actually....there's a bereavement counsellor coming to the apt on Wednesday, so that might help too.

I'm doing ok, I spose, given the circumstances.

Yeah, I'm still spending a good portion of every hour crying, but at least I'm taking every day in 10-minute blocks. You know? Like...this ten minutes wasn't so bad. Last ten minutes were awful, but the next ten might be a little better too.

My sister wants me to go back to the UK. There's somewhere for me to stay until I get sorted out, but I'm in a pretty precarious position financially. I'm seriously considering it though. At this point, I'm willing to negotiate (some backpay maybe?) the whole legal issue....if there was some way to come up with an agreement that would a) help me out (financially, ie I'd have something to live on if I do go back to the UK, or just simple arbitration that'd be binding , signed by a judge and be irrevokable) and b) help out the other party, I'm all for it. It'd be legally binding for all parties involved. There's even a form I can fill out that revokes (voluntarily) my PR status if and when I do go back to the UK.

I'll talk to my lawyer and see what she thinks.

I NEED to start eating right. I have NO idea why I'm not eating....and again, those of you who've known me previously also know that not eating has never really been an issue....

I'd also like to thank everyone - and I mean *everyone* (that bit is for a certain lady who - despite the circumstances of our knowing each other - sent me an email of condolence, which I really thought was very sweet) - for the continued love and support. I'm sorry I didn't post for a week or so, but (not surprisingly) the psych unit doesn't allow computer access.

I did learn quite a lot about myself though.