It's been another nervous week for me, full of all sorts of ridiculous, disordered behaviour. I'm in a therapeutic vacuum - stuck between one treatment centre and another. I've been swirling around all over the show emotionally, but I did manage to do one positive thing: I painted a picture. Saved by a feather again... Painting keeps my hands and my head busy, and soothes my anxiety. This picture is for a good friend, who has sat patiently through many tears, never judged, and hasn't given up on me despite having seen me at my worst.