Woke at 0830 to the alarm, which I should have switched off. Went downstairs and promptly fell asleep on the sofa, only to be woken up by the phone. Had a shower and have tried to put the shopping away - managed a bit, now I've stalled. HT came at 1200 and we discussed sleep. I shall carry on with my regime and hope for the best - sleep must come back sometime, for goodness' sake. Once again, I'm tired but not sleepy. My mood is OK today, despite lack of sleep, and I can control the thoughts and voices.
The SAD lamp is on - having it on at night was a mistake, apparently, so silly me. Always read the instructions, something I'm very bad at. I'm heating up some of Erle's tomato soup for a late breakfast/early lunch, and I might go to theirs for proper lunch at 4.
It's now 3pm and I drifted off to sleep on the sofa. Probably not a good thing, but I was watching TV and it just happened. I'm struggling a bit today - the weather is bad and I'm tired and fractious. I'm not going to Erle's as I don't think I'd be very good company. I've also declined Merrily's offer of light supper for the same reason. My mood has dropped a bit, but I think that's because I'm so tired. Liz comes for a whisky at 6, which will be nice. The sink is full of saucepans and plates and I can't quite bring myself to do them, in the same way that I can't quite empty the dishwasher. I'll keep trying.
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?