I can be found midway between dismay and despair.
My thyroid has gone hyper again. This is no fun.
I can’t remember what it’s like to be well; I tend toward the melodramatic.
I am so bored.
Having to continually tell your teaching agency that no, you’re not available for work – again, is a little destructive to whatever self esteem your diseased self has in store.
I think if I learned a new language, or a musical instrument, things would be better.
Maybe stop obsessively reading The News.
Remember: a life spent reading – that is a good life.
Me and my cat. Always together. Perhaps start a humourous comic strip? Photocopy and place in local shops, bus stations, library books, post offices.
Construct a bunker in my back garden, what with Current Events. Decorate with fairy lights, bunting – to keep spirits up. Also: bottled water, canned food (variety of beans, vegetables), books, wine.
Practise meditation. Learn to calm mind.
Look at art.