By towards I mean exactly to that direction of. I sit waiting for the attack to occur. It may not ever be intentional from people. I have a social anxiety. I sit now. In a dining hall where there are others walking strolling skipping past. I pay a lot of attention to that. That is my phobic attack. I am a wreck when it comes to be amongst large groups. Now that is. Since I had my first episode of Psychosis. I hope the relapse only ever happens once in my 70’s again. The effects on my mental wellbeing have been relentless. I type the word relentless and remember how my dad would always say this word and it would make me smile each time. I believe his honour is classic.

I hear a lady on the phone behind me speaking loudly. She says “where are you?!” And that has not triggered me at least not yet. I now hear a man (fully grown) shouting to the nurses giving medication. After last night where he was brutally injuring himself to the point where blood was falling.

Next, a lady with keys and newspaper scrunching. I think if this in different to normal ways. I feel more confident. I can reflect.