Been out of commission for pretty much all of December because I was – ta da! – depressed.
Nothing new there. What’s bad though, is that I’ve finally gotten really really tired of starting over my life after each depression episode. And fed up too.
I could have taken steps to deal with the depression since before Christmas, but you know what – I didn’t feel like having to fix back my schedule again, or reconnecting with my aunt or family or friends again, or having to urgently trim and bathe the dogs again (though they were matted and did smell), or having to fix back stuff in my garden which went overgrown again, or having to try to remember again what I was last doing when setting up the office network, or losing the 10 pounds I put back on again, or cleaning and organising all the frigging paper that has appeared on all the tables again.
I’m tired of having to live the same two weeks of fixing back everything again and again without ever moving forward in my life.
Right. Enough whining. Doesn’t get stuff done.
Give me a bit to settle myself and start back writing. There’s lots I want to talk about, and for people who left comments or sent me mail, I’ll respond over the next week.
Meanwhile, when one of your friends can take photos like this, you know life is just pure magic.