Poppadums

I'm eating a poppadum from my earlier curry - I just love them.  I tried making them once but couldn't get them thin enough - my naan bread was good, though.  I went through a stage of making curries and tandooris, which was great fun; I used to make my own curry powder out of individual spices.  However, it's not so much fun cooking for one, so I don't do it often.

The Black Dog is still around but not in the room - before, he was right up against me.  Now I can look at him without too much fear as I think I'm more in control than he is.  Control - or lack of it - is a big part of depression; especially for someone like me who is usually very much in control.  Losing it means that I just fly apart, which adds to the sense of hopelessness.  Writing this blog has kept me going - it gets the poison out and away somewhere other than inside me.   Thank you to everyone that reads it; I do appreciate it.

The poppadum has, inevitably, made me thirsty, so I've got an orange juice in front of me.  I dread to think how much salt is in a take away, or how many calories for that matter.  Had to be done though.