APRES CHRISTMAS

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.