4/1/2010

Still to come

4/10/2010

On days like this when she is sad, when she feels the whole world is against her, and she will not come to me in case she hurts me with her sadness, I feel the weight of fears bearing down on me. They render me incapable of concentrating on anything, I go through the day like some robot on autopilot, time takes on a different meaning, and I feel progressively more hopeless as the day goes on. On really bad days I find it hard to eat, none of this of course can I tell her, she would be cross with me for worrying. The trouble is that I know how she feels, faced with similar problems I seem to go into a state of inertia, and in each case if we talk to each other it helps, so how do I convince her that worrying about a problem on her own rarely solves it, she is far more intelligent than me, yet has the academics gif for overlooking the obvious. I know at present she is going through one of the most stressful experiences one can imagine, and at times it seems to stretch the limits of a communication over the internet to breaking point, well more likely to my breaking point, but we have never reached there yet. Spare us a thought this next week, I have a feeling it will get worse before it gets better.