I hate and despise the mornings - I'm at my lowest ebb and my mood is dreadful. I can't see that this will ever end. I know it must, and I've had glimpses of light, but my mind won't accept it. Why are mornings so bad? Why not afternoons or evenings? What happens in the brain to make it so? I don't understand it at all.
One of the cats has been sick, but that will have to wait for me to deal with it. Can't quite face it at the moment. It's 0700 (six bells) and I have an interminably long day ahead. Friends are popping in, if I can face them, and HT are coming at 5. I can't face the thought of going out, but that might change as the day goes on. At least, I hope it does. My flowers are still looking lovely in a vase on the kitchen table. There's a glimmer of light outside the window - a new day and I'm going to have to face it. I'll be getting that SAD lamp soon. I shall put it in the kitchen as there's only artificial light in here. It's worth a try.
More coffee, this time leaded, and a toasted teacake for breakfast. I've run out of energy drinks, but I've ordered some for when Tesco's next come. They help me through a tiring day, but I'm very careful about how late I have the last one. Ditto leaded coffee.
I might try to watch the news - can't remember if it's Friday or Saturday........
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?