I've been up since 5, with no ill effects so far, although I did doze in front of the news. The headline today is that mental health services are in crisis because so many beds have been closed. I'm guessing that other Trusts don't have such a robust Home Treatment and Crisis team as we do, and no Crisis Houses. I must also remember that others don't always get the standard of care that I do - I'm very lucky. There's nothing worse than being in crisis and not getting the right help - it's very dangerous as people take their lives when that happens, so it's actually fatal, and psychiatric staff should always be aware of that.
Home Treatment are coming at 5 today and then a friend for a drink at 6.30. I must shower and dress for those events. The weather is shite - very wet and windy and it's dark outside. I've got my SAD lamp on, so it's bright in the kitchen, and not as gloomy as it could be. Daisy is sitting right by the lamp playing with it, and the boys are upstairs. I'm off to have a bagel for breakfast.
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?