WELL HELLO! I'm so sorry I've been so absent for so long. I couldn't face writing for a while as it would mean having to remind myself that I'd been so ill. I still haven't re read the bits of this blog that contained the very severe entries - it's too painful. However, I'm here to say that there is life after depression, and it doesn't involve going manic!
I hope everyone had a reasonably passable Christmas. I didn't see the New Year in as I was playing poker for money and had to concentrate on my cards - I lost £20 overall, which as we were playing for two days, doesn't seem too bad. I haven't made any New Year resolutions, so the fags are still here as is the vanilla coffee. However, I have tidied my study and thrown out 12 bin bags of rubbish. Mostly old paper and past history - but what do I do with old cheque books?
I'm 58 in a fortnight and in a slight fizz about it - I had a terrible feeling of mortality the other day, as I get ever closer to 60. I can't think where the years have gone - 16 in the RAF, 7 married, 6 working on a psych ward; that's 29 years - what happened to the rest??? I suppose quite a lot of time has been spent being ill and being hospitalised, which is a bit of a bugger, but what did I do with the remainder?
I went to see a psychic yesterday, and I'll tell you all about that tomorrow.
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?