Today has been a day of non-stop, never ending panic.  It's been awful, and that's putting it mildly.

I'm not even sure of the trigger - I suspect contributing factors are the stuff in the news about Rolf Harris, and the news last week about Emily leaving soon...

I was really brave and convinced myself to contact my GP for help...  only to wait 6 hours for a call back, then to find out the receptionist didn't bother passing on the new mobile number I gave them, so she left me a message on my old mobile this morning before she left for the day.  She now isn't in until tomorrow afternoon...  Great.  I don't want to talk to anyone else...  I don't want to have to inform anyone else of what's gone on, or of what I've been through, so I'll just stay like this until tomorrow.

The little voices inside of me are hiding.  They feel abandoned by Emily, and don't want to talk to anyone.  They poke their heads out every now and then to tell me "I told you so" and "we knew she'd leave" and "don't talk anymore", but that's it.