What has been going on for longer than you have admitted?

Nothing happened. That was the hard part.

My partner is finding this harder than I am and neither of us can say it.

My hair. I know it is common and temporary and I stood in the shower this morning and could not be reasonable about it.

The injection. Two hours of dread, ten seconds of nothing, and then an hour of feeling stupid about the two hours.

The nausea came back after eleven good weeks and I cried at the kitchen table like an idiot.

Very hard. Nothing specific. Just heavy from about eleven onwards.

Told my daughter and it went badly, and I do not know how to fix it yet.

My mother said something at lunch and I have carried it around all afternoon.

Hardest thing was pretending to be fine at work for nine hours.

Hardest part is that I am supposed to be the one who copes.

I have been rigid about food this week in a way I recognise from a long time ago, and I have messaged my therapist about it.