I scored my EP sesh in the am and a movie date on the pm, but either side of these I’ve been floored by splitting ice cold headaches and appetite-squashing nausea that’s pinned me to the sofa. It’s only been a day, but it still kicks off The Fear. I’ve felt a bit shit since I dropped my rose quartz pendant, a talisman I’ve worn since diagnosis and a kind of worry-wand that I obsessively cling to when having mini (and not-so-mini) meltdowns. Yes, it doesn’t make sense. But when you know, you know.