That threw me quite badly, even in the days that followed, and I couldn't bring myself to write. As well, the ward was really unsettled, a lot of us were struggling and the atmosphere was killing me. A whole situation unfurled between most of the girls here and culminated with me starting- and losing, it's fair to say, the smallest person on the ward hitting the biggest was never going to end well for the smallest- my first serious fight, on Sunday. And THAT situation made me even worse.
I'm doing a bit better now, but I'm so tired. Bone tired and mentally tired, there's no reprieve and all I can do is almost cry at the fact the weekend is finally here and at long last I can have catch-up sleep. I just need to be alone and mentally regroup, shake myself off, go easy on myself, and just rest. I'll be ok.