"Mum, Paul changed offices remember?"
"Oh. Aye. I'm so stupid." starts crying "I'll just go"
"No mum, come up see me, we'll go for lunch"
"No. No. Just leave me. You'll be tired"
"Mum dont make me drive and fucking come get you, get your arse up here, I could do with the company. 10 o'clocks a lie in for me"
And so begins my mothers descent into mental illness again. You remember? The one where she either spends months depressed or rapid cycling?
I think we're heading for depressed, judging by the way she was talking and the fact that she was considering "doing what I usually do", meaning she's considering suicide/self harm again.
Good times. Not.
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