Well, just had my mate on his motorbike round for a cup of tea - just back from Minorca and very brown. Jealousy here. I'm still in my career choice of pyjamas, and a friend is coming for a whiskey at 6pm. I never did get round to doing the washing, but I'll do it tomorrow. I feel like a different person - I know people say that, but it's true. My alter ego of depression is receding and although I can still glimpse it, it's getting further away. And the Black Dog is going AWOL. Here's to a few months of normality.
Because it will be only a few months - I reckon I have 3 or 4 episodes a year, not all as bad as this one was, but bad enough to stop me in my tracks. Usually, it's hypomania, and I spend too much money - it's been a long time since I was depressed. I wish I could tell when they were coming, but I only get a couple of days' notice and then - wham - I'm in it. I can go from being stable to being manic in 2 days, and then I can become depressed in almost a day.
The SAD lamp is on for an hour - it takes away the outside gloom.
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?