It's 0440 and here I am again. I had some weird dreams, but the TV was on and I think I was half listening to that. Just ordered some flowers for a friend who was very kind to me when I was ill - checking up on me and ringing me three times a day, bringing me soup and chocolates. I've realised that I have some really good friends who do things for me unconditionally - one brought me a lasagne which meant that I had hot meals. People sent me parcels and people declared that they had had depression. Looking back, I can see who helpful that all was - I found it overwhelming at the time. But now it seems that I have made new, good friends who really understand what it's like.
I think I'll try and go back to sleep now - it's been rather an unsettled night. Comments are closed.
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AuthorI 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? Archives
August 2015
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