Easter, with it's promise of new beginnings, seems as good as any time to resurface after a long break. I needed to take a lot of time out and have been mostly off my social media; things have been one worry after another, and just as Joe and I thought we were in a safe harbour at last, something happened and it basically sent me over the edge. I've always been a resilient person and tried to cope with whatever life has thrown at me - and it has thrown a lot of things. But the last few years have been a constant struggle and opened up older cracks that I thought were mended. The 'thing that happened' was simply the last straw and I retreated so deeply into myself that I could barely talk or move. Thankfully Joe was able to get me an emergency appointment with my doctor and by the time I had stumbled into his surgery, I was ready - at last - to tell him how bad things were with me, how I had tried to get through things on my own and a lot of my life story too. I was in surgery with him for some time. He was excellent and let me burble. And then said that everyone, no matter how strong, has a breaking point and I had just reached mine. After that, I agreed to medication, to help re-balance things and for the first couple of weeks after, I simply rested. Since then, I have been gradually rebuilding myself and trying to get things done that need to be done if we are to stay in this rackety cottage. I'm feeling a lot better and although the situation hasn't changed, my anxiety has subsided greatly, so I feel better able to pick myself up again and start over for what seems like the hundredth time in my life.
I haven't been sure whether to simply end this blog, as it seemed to be going nowhere; my life is not the same as when I started writing it back in 2005 and since Andy died, I am a different person. I'm not actually sure who I am, but I think I'll keep it going; it could be a little different at times, but everything changes and that's probably a good thing.