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I just ended a conversation with “I am going to go sit on the toilet and have a cry. Like a well adjusted adult.”

It pretty much describes how well I am doing today.

Canada is not going well for me.

Mentally or physically.

Going to dinner I was wobbling on surprise jelly legs.  And then got asked how I had got so sunburnt - I’d not been in the sun, I had just turned bright red for no obvious reason.

I should be feeling happy tonight. Johnny has pissed off to Cortes without us, but am feeling too gross to enjoy finally having an evening without his explaining how he doesn’t see skin colour but those First Nations....