Afternoon everyone. Sorry I've been absent for such a long time - I have completely lacked any motivation to do anything. I wanted to write, but couldn't face it - this blog reminds me of such a bad time in my life. Since my last post, I've been to Cardiff to see Dame Edna, which was ace, and been to my uncle's funeral. Despite these forays into real life, I am detached and slightly missing from myself. I sleep well and indeed oversleep - then I doze in the sitting room until lunchtime, watching the news in a random way. The afternoons aren't so bad - I can do things then. Even so, I'm behind with mostly everything - and doing the washing has taken on immense proportions.
A friend is coming to have cheese and bread for supper tonight, so I shall have to be sociable.
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?