Today has been a hard slog. Part of me wants to type about it & part of me doesn’t. If I was to read what I feel typed by someone else I’d do a lot of head shaking. I’m feeling pretty out of my depth & useless. I should maybe just type it out, post it privately & move along. Some days are just tougher than others. This is where I’m going to type it will get better because it always does. This is definitely a phone Dad day. I would have told him & he’d have listened then given advice. I’m not sure how he always came up with workable solutions but he did. I could phone my Mother but she’s never been the understanding type. She’s judgemental & she’d blame me whether it’s my fault or not. I can tell myself that its not & tbh, I know it’s not. I just need to hear it from someone else. God, I miss my Dad.