It’s hard getting diagnosed with anything head related, and that just make treatment and therapy all the harder.
Today, I’m riding a high. I’ve been out in the sunshine, digging, tilling, sowing and watering. I’ve got a wheel barrow full of rock and stone I’ve removed from the vegetable patch. A bit of heavy lifting and I’ve got enough paving slabs for a hodgepodge paved seating area. My feet hurt, my back aches, my fingers are sore and my skin feels firm from a kiss of sun. I can honestly say it’s the best that I’ve felt in years.
I can’t quite shake the underlying anxiety, but I haven’t noticed it for a few hours. And the hefty foot of depression is off my back for a while.
Today, I’m riding a high. I’ve been out in the sunshine, digging, tilling, sowing and watering. I’ve got a wheel barrow full of rock and stone I’ve removed from the vegetable patch. A bit of heavy lifting and I’ve got enough paving slabs for a hodgepodge paved seating area. My feet hurt, my back aches, my fingers are sore and my skin feels firm from a kiss of sun. I can honestly say it’s the best that I’ve felt in years.
I can’t quite shake the underlying anxiety, but I haven’t noticed it for a few hours. And the hefty foot of depression is off my back for a while.




Then I started to hate Chardonnay - too buttery. So that left Sauv Blanc but I can't drink that anymore. So from time to time it's Margaritas and my other poison is bubbly. It might sound weird but I actually enjoy lemonade lime and bitters, or ginger ale, or dealcoholized bubbly but in glass flutes or grown up glasses. I'll even have a pot of tea on the table when we eat for some meals because it's nice to have something.