Things were very very hectic and hard for me to handle last week, but I got through it.
My dad was in a car crash on thursday, his whole car got smashed in from the back, it was caused by the wind though so no one's fault, luckily he was ok, his legs a bit swollen from the impact but that's it, and the luggage was fine, it got thrown out of the boot, even perfume he got for me was fine. Then I had to deal with seeing him, he lives in the US and I'm in the UK and the last time I saw him was last christmas where wee had an argument, and things have always felt distant between us. So I had to got a train back home on saturday right after an exam, things were a bit awkward but it was alright, I know he cares about me.
Also, the day of his car crash was the day some friends and I were sorting out a house next year, we got a really big one for a cheap price but were there until 6ish in the evening, and I started making a fool of myself and panicking in front of everyone as I had an exam the next day and was planning on doing some revision earlier than that, but the estate agent was very nice and said he did the same degree as me and calmed me down.
Winston Churchill called his depression the Black Dog, and at the moment I think I'm winning in the fight against the Black Dog at the moment, but I also feel as if I'm constantly looking out the corner of my eye incase he leaps on me again. Ok, really awful metaphor, I apologise :P