This is the 7th day that my brother Pete has been in a coma with very serious brain injury caused by losing control of his motorbike and hitting a tree.
There is no measure to the worrying I'm going through. There is no comfort for my mind. I can't concentrate , the house is looking a mess, I managed to get some washing pegged out on the line today and put another load into the washing machine, although I've just remembered that the washing is still on the line and it is now 12.00am. No way am I going out there now.
Another thing I just remembered is that I had forgotten to take my anti depressent. God, i'm going to be feeling so low tomorrow now. Not only that , I've also forgotten to get my oldest son , Owen 21, to take his anti depressent. He is asleep in the chair.
My partner Matt deserves a medal putting up with me and my disorder (Avoidant Personality Disorder). The news of my brother has put me into shock and Matt and my children have been a tower of strength.
