Bobbing along

Depression: still grim. I've been reminding myself that knowing of its existence is still a very real achievement, and have been trying to persuade it to be a shadow (attached to me, but not discommoding me) rather than a blanket (it's trying to help me, trying to ensure that I get the rest that I need, but it's just pinned my arms by my side in so doing).

I'm trying to remember that it is an actual honest to God illness, and treat it as such. Today, therefore, I took as a sick day, and spent wrapped up in a blanket drinking hot chocolate.

It's not too bad. It's a lot better today, for example, than it was on Saturday night. (Saturday morning was fine, but I crashed, hard.) I have been socialising a little bit more, feeling that it's going to get better.

This time of year, I live between dates. The next one is Advent Sunday. My new year observance runs through Advent and Christmas to the, well, new year. In the middle of it comes the solstice (when things start actually, measurably, getting better) and Christmas, and a week off work to put serious work into sleeping and getting my head in order.

Getting there. Getting there.