It's dark outside and getting chillier - I hate these evenings, and it gets worse when the clocks go back. I don't suffer from SAD, but I can quite understand those who do - the dark is depressing and intrusive, particularly when I wake in the night and feel I'm the only person alive. I long to sleep a whole night through and wake up refreshed. I haven't done that since I started this episode over a month ago - I've woken up every night. My hands are still a mess and so are my elbows - raw where I've scratched them. I'll be glad to reduce the drugs, but the HT doctor told me to stay on these amounts for a few months to settle down. Fair enough. It would be so wonderful not to have to take tablets, but that's a distant dream at the moment.
It's crap TV again - what happened to good television? Talk about being dumbed down. Prime time is full of magazine shows like the One Show - and Ronnie Corbett looking at animals. I've lost the plot of East Enders, but one can dip in and out of that without too much brain effort. Speaking of brains, there was an item on the news that said scientists have discovered why we sleep. Apparently, it's so that our brains can wash out toxins while we sleep. Something called the glymphatic system. Personally, I think we sleep to rest and make sense of the day's activities. I shall go and find a movie to watch instead.
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?