Today I crashed. Even though I woke up as usual (6 o’clock usual) I had returned to the safety of the covers within half an hour. Really? Is it possible to just have cold knee caps. 7.00am found me in pyjamas and hoodie, wrapped in the warmth of the duvet – sleeping.
And that has been pretty much the tale of the day; sleep has been interspersed with sugar, film and music, book and bed. On the positive side the battle with the great grey fog that has dogged the last 6 weeks has abated.
Thankfully I am not a sufferer of true depression, but like many I battle the lesser foe that is melancholy. When this is armed against me with tiredness and petty railings at the necessities of my daily life it can be triumphant.
What brings me out of the fog is art. The act of creating and making works as medicine for the soul. Having a project to return to is better physik than any other I know. So to the life line of story writing, drawing and making, I return.
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