Today, a friend told me she was proud of me.
Because I went into eight shops and only walked back out of three of them with the heebies.
Without her there, I would be tearing a strip off myself for the three shops I could not cope in and ignoring the other five. I would have counted today a failure despite getting up, getting dressed, realising I was very low and making a plan to leave the house and do something constructive (a charity shop trawl to find some trousers that will cover my expanding derrière), doing a full rummage in 5 of the shops, speaking to three people (thank you counts) and eating in public.
I am blessed to have a friend like her – I hope you all have someone similar in your lives too xx