My loyal reader may have noted an absence of new blogs in recent days. It’s that crazy little thing called ‘brain fog’ and it’s all I can do to write ‘brain fog’.
These things happen, at least they do to me. It’s something to do with my depression and how life’s not always rich pageant can play havoc with my cognitive function.
Loads of little things are going on in my head and loads of little things are affecting them, not least my current status as a newly unemployed person, which came about through choice, personal necessity and the rank cynicism of others. I’ll come back to this another day.
The depression, the mood swings, the voices in my head, the anxiety-induced insomnia and the self, though not (yet) clinically, diagnosed ADHD are for me to treat and self-medicate because the NHS has nothing else on offer. My GP says that I can’t take any more anti-depressants because I’ve hit the max and the available talk therapies available are as much use as an ashtray on a motorbike.
I’m near the end of my tether, or as my Swedish ancestors might say tiuther. But then, I’ve been near the end of my tether since I was 12. I never quite escaped it, I doubt I ever will.
Tomorrow might be less foggy. I hope so. Sorry
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