Much tidying is being done and many letters are being opened. I couldn't face the mail until today, but there don't seem to be too many booby traps in the envelopes. A couple of bills, but nothing desperate, and two get well cards. People have been so very kind during this episode, so maybe being honest and open is the answer, instead of hiding away in shame. That's the shame of appearing not to be coping - which is ridiculous. The more we talk about depression, the less stigma will attach to it.
I'm still in my pyjamas, but I'll have a shower later, when I've done enough tidying up. I must be careful not to overdo things - when I'm feeling a bit better, the temptation is to go for it, but I forget how tired that makes me. My study is a complete disaster - I just threw things into it to avoid doing anything, so at some stage I must get in there. Maybe not today, however.
Lunch time - salami and nice bread.
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?