I was supposed to be doing something really brave today- I was meant to be going on a zombie walk, and facing my fear of crowds. A kind lady was meant to be picking me up, and we were supposed to be going together to eat something and then go on the walk with her best friend and her little girl.
Yeah that didn’t happen.
The organisers of the event changed the time so I couldn’t go.
I had been teaching with my sister before going home to get dressed, and only checked my phone when I was nearly ready.
She had been trying to get hold of me for three hours to tell me the time had changed and could I meet her earlier?
Too late came the cry.
So now I get to do nothing fun for Halloween and I overreacted, as I usually do. I’m still upset and have been in floods of tears for a while, I’ve only just stopped crying.
What is the point in putting my hopes on things when I am this unstable?