Recently I’ve experienced so much demand anxiety about moving, that I’ve mostly been sleeping and hiding.
There’s been so much to do and arrange – carpets, paint, electricals, electric, gas and water, television license, and internet. It’s been so stressful. It’s a little better now some of it’s getting sorted, I’m finally managing to feel a little excitement.
I’m very lucky, it’s a great flat, with a lot of storage. It’s going to be so good to get away from the restrictive environment of the ward, and away from some of the repetitive conversation with ill patients. There’s a nice communal garden, and a little yard outside my flat where I can grow some plants if I wish.
I just wish that moving didn’t come with so many intense demands. It’s really quite a lot to take on, but it’s going to be worth it to no longer be living in supported housing.
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