I have come to realise that I only write a diary/this blog when I feel less than OK. I suppose I’m just not one of those people who has the urge to write about their lives when they are just about getting by or better.
With that introduction, I will remain true to form and say, I don’t feel great. I’m just about half way through a course about teaching to adults and it’s hitting my energy pretty hard. I just want to get to the end and not have to drop out due to health problems. It’s one step at a time for now.
I’ve loads I could tell you (‘you’ being ‘diary’ but diary being anyone with an internet connection and the desire to use it bluesilk-illy) but for now it escapes me. Bit of a void.
I don’t know if I am here half the time – whether that’s an amytriptiline thing or a general tired zombie thing I couldn’t say.
The things that help me get through the bad days at the moment are
a. doing things one step at a time
b. browsing the internet for all the exotic holidays I want to be on
I’m still here, kind of
Better days to come digits crossed.