I slept over at my Dad’s on Saturday, the first time I was away from my room overnight in a year, and I’m so proud of myself. It’s something my hypnotherapist and I have been working on, but I was still really nervous.
After I stayed away from my room overnight in the hospital by myself, I thought ‘If I could do that, then I can stay at Dad’s.’ I was right. I woke up every hour as I did at the hospital, but other than that it was okay. In some ways, it was better than staying at my Mum’s (we live in an old house and there are mice that live in the walls and roof. I always hear them and think they’re in my room), although I do still prefer staying at home and being where I’m used to.
The weekend was surprisingly eventful. I thought I was just going to drive there and back on the back roads, do my work and read my book. Instead, I ended up driving on an A-road for the first time, went to the garden centre and watched The Jungle Book. I barely had time to read my book and didn’t even start my work. So much for a quiet weekend!