I hope that one day in the not too distant future I am going to be able to look back on this moment and laugh.
At least I know that it cannot get any worse. This moment is the lowest of the low.
I reckon that I am even beginning to tire my therapist out, who I think sits throughout our session fantasising about her dinner and how she's going to spend the forty pounds I give her every other week to listen to me mouth-off.
At some point I genuinely hope that I am able to look back at these and the subsequent words I write with some relief - that all the problems of the moment are in the past.
How the fuck did I end up here?
