Still in Lanzarote and am beginning to wish I had listened to my head and not my heart - I was struggling before I came and being here is not helping. Nights are so frightening, I daren't sleep and now I'm exhausted and struggling with reality.
I can hear him and smell him through out the day. There are shadows everywhere and I daren't take my meds as I don't want to sleep.
I've been spending time curled up on the bathroom floor. It's the only place I feel safe.
I hate letting my family down but I can't cope. I'm just getting lower and lower and I'm frightened. It's going to be a long week