After yesterdays experience, I am still recovering.
After I typed out my last post, I felt exhausted, it took so much out of me.
Even today I am still feeling really worn down.
Its difficult to try and explain how tiring something as simple as going to shops makes me. I just want to curl up in a ball, if I was by myself that would be easy, but the small child has other ideas.
In a sense this is a good thing, because it means that he is still oblivious to my mental health problems.
I was chatting to a friend the other day, who is going through a bit of a rough time, possibly on the road to depression, I advised her to go to her doctors. She gave me a few excuses as to why.
My harsh but fair point was that I didn’t go to the doctors for years, and because of that (and a few other things) my son is probably never going to have, what is considered a normal childhood.
There is a good chance, that at some point I will be better, but certain parts of my mental health problems are always going to be with me, although hopefully medication will ease a lot of the problems.
As for today. I will try and keep as active as I can, but all I really want to do is curl up on the sofa and sleep.