People say that you should cut negative people out of your life.
So what happens to all the negative people?
Or the people who are just hard work because they require a bit of extra love sometimes?
Everyone needs someone.
I need someone sometimes.
I’ve been on antidepressants for a couple of years now.
Sometimes I have bad days and don’t know if it’s me or the meds.
I don’t know if worry is anxiety wearing a disguise and sadness is depression hiding under the bed.
Sometimes it’s the same with good days.
I haven’t been writing as often as I used to. I get a bit scared that I’ll say the wrong thing and offend someone or that I’ll upset someone.
It’s strange that when I write here I use my filters. In real life I have no filters.
I spew rubbish out of my mouth and then stew about what I said for days.
I’m strange like that but…
The sun has come out more lately and the fresh air and vitamin D seem to make life nicer.
The washing is drying on the line instead of inside which brings me so much joy that I’m sure my meds are working.
I’ve made enough bolognese sauce to last for 4 dinners today so that part of my brain that worries about dinner is on a break.
So in short I’m good. I hope you are too but I’m here for you if you need someone.
P.S I “borrowed” that pic from Instagram.