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…an even darker lining. That’s how she’s thinking today. After a week or more of stressing whether her parents are going to come and visit unannounced, my lady has hit rock bottom. Depression, to add to the anxiety and alcohol.

She’s spent the entire day - and I mean the entire day - being utterly pessimistic about absolutely everything. For example, she had an application form for a volunteer position that’s interesting. I commented that there was a question about receiving government benefits: they ask if you’re getting any so that they can avoid affecting how much money you get. To me, that’s a nice thing. To her, it was massively negative that volunteering could affect the benefits.

The whole day has been like that. In about twelve hours of hanging out together, she’s said one positive thing - that she liked the drawing she did this evening. Absolutely every other comment has been negative.

So I’m going to go and eat something sweet to cheer me up, watch a bit of a film and go to sleep, in the hopes of not having crappy pessimistic dreams.