It's funny how completely alone one feels in the middle of the night - it's not loneliness, because I don't really ever feel lonely, but it's just that feeling that there's no one else awake and the night belongs to me. When I was ill, I didn't like it, but now I find it quite interesting and seductive - when I was young, my Father would accuse me of turning night into day because I liked to stay up late and sleep in. I have a couple of friends who get up at 0500 and they say it's the best part of the day - I must say that I don't agree with that, but it's not scary when one is well. Just annoying to be awake.
For those of you who are regular followers, you'll know that I used the mineshaft as an analogy for depression. I can still see the mineshaft, but it's further away and I can't remember what was down it. One day, I'll read this back and see how it was, but it's too close to do that at the moment.
Maybe it's back to bed.
I spent 16 years in the RAF defending the Free World , then got bunged out unceremoniously for being bipolar. I and was subsequently diagnosed with PTSD. Funny old world, isn't it?