I really need hugs. Not a quick squeeze and then back to pretending to be a functioning human. But sustained, curl into a ball and cry for an hour then zone out while being held.
Not gonna happen, no chance of it even if I tried.
Now I need hugs even more to cope with the sadness of not having access to hugs
Meanwhile I continue to Dory my way through life while I crumble inside, despirate for the bad to stop. Knowing that I can’t buy my way into feeling better but spending the money anyway. Adding the the stress.
And of course still not a fucking word from mental health services aside from them saying they’re going to close my complaint. Without resolving it.
The Bouncing Spoon 