I'm on my own again now and starting to worry about having my shower and washing my hair. So I just did it, right then and there. I'm clean and dressed - the kitchen is a mess, but one thing at a time, I think. HT are coming at 4pm and I think we're going to Poundbury for coffee - it's not too busy, usually, so it's safer. I couldn't manage town at the moment; that would be out of the question. I can't do crowds at the best of times, even when I'm well.
I'm still not feeling things; still dead inside. No Ariadne's threads today, sadly, but I don't think extreme tiredness helps. Someone suggested listening to music to fill the void - I'd love to be able to do that, but hearing music involves, for me, emotions, and I haven't got them at the moment. As soon as I can listen to a Hayden symphony, I'll know I'm on the mend. I'd like a nap, but won't have one in case I go into a deep sleep and spoil it for tonight. My alarm went on for five minutes without waking me this morning - most unusual - but as I only got to sleep at 6am, I'm not surprised. I felt deathly when I woke up, but I'm feeling slightly better now as the day progresses.
I think a trip out will be good for me as all I've seen recently are these four walls. I shall report back when I return.
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?