I can NEVER find structure, time-wise.
So many things occur, which derail my plans, and I have to act on the spot.
I'll see my Key Worker on Monday. It might be time to tell her that my 'Mental Illness' is actually misdiagnosed Autism. However, she's too nice and friendly to me. Compassion without truth can kill.
I'll be busy, on Monday, as I first will head to Carryduff to return the sensory items I borrowed three weeks ago.
The Drugs don't work.