Today I had to see a pyschologist to see if I was ready to go out into the real world and get a job. I was doing fine until she asked "How are you mentally, how are you really doing" I really was fine, but the floodgates opened and no I was not fine. In her opinion I am not quite ready. This damm diabetes on top of everything else. I was in control (theres that control issue again) until it reared its ugly head.
Well I'm off for a spot of retail therapy tonight - late-night shopping, only in my case it will be late night browsing. I need to get my act together and stop making excuses and get into that craft room.
I was told I had a fear of success, how can anyone be afraid of actually 'making it'. I suppose its rejection or maybe actually having to knuckle down and work.