I didn't have salami for lunch as I fell asleep on the sofa. So now I'm having ginger biscuits and coffee; but I must eat something sensible soon. Recovery from depression is a fragile thing to be treated gently and I mustn't beat myself up if I can't do things. When I had a knee replacement, I was out of action for a long time, so why should depression be any different? Just because it hasn't got a visible injury doesn't mean it isn't serious. In the past, I've had a lot more sympathy when I've been physically ill as people understood it - there's nothing to show with depression, apart from the fact that one looks awfully tired.
Still in pjs and I'm not sure if I shall get out of them now - it's 1630, so probably not worth it. The gene for getting up and dressing immediately seems to have passed me by - I have trouble at the best of times. It's a rebellion against the time when I had to go to work, I think. There's a morning meeting next week that I'm going to bang out of, even though it doesn't start until 1100 - it's still too early.
Off to have something proper to eat.
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?