I've just had 3 good days this week, by good I mean more able to get on with things. But I don't know if I'm ever going to get used to this strange feeling in my head.
When I have a good day it means I can do things in spite of the weirdness, I wonder if it will ever go away or if I will just learn to live with it?
It's been 2 years now, I can get on with things for the most part and I've learnt to stop trying to when I'm feeling really off, but I just feel sometimes that it's such an effort.
Sorry to whinge! I know I'm lucky and it could be so much worse, but I'm only human and like everyone else it'd be good to have my life back.
Still, another day has dawned and here I am, so I'll run the bath, get dressed, have breakfast and the sun is shining, I'm attributing the good days to that, so I must get out, I need some pasta so a walk to the shops is on the cards and pay the papers.
My husband is away at present, I sent him on holiday with my daughter for a week, cos he needed a rest, so that's probably not helped my mood, I'm feeling a bit lonely, he's back tomorrow so not long now.
Enough of this, up and at'em.
Thanks for reading
Take care Janet xxxx