The shame was the worst of it

Ten minutes then I am asleep.

Starting from the bottom again, which my prescriber was firm about and which I am now grateful for.

Restarted when she picked up more shifts.

Back. Eight months away and I arrived braced for a judgement that has not come from a single person.

The shame about the gap was worse than any side effect I have had. Six people in circle said "yes, me, twice", and it went.

Skint but going.