Today was a bad day. A really bad day. Despite the early-morning-morale-raising bike ride, I’ve found it hard to pull myself together. I can’t concentrate, I’ve broken a dish washing up, everything is difficult, nothing works. It’s definitely one of those ‘what is the point of all this’ days.
I’ve been waking up at 5am. I think this is a Very Bad Sign. If I remember right, it is one of the classic signs of depression. If exercise doesn’t pull me out of this, I don’t know what will.
I just hope that this too shall pass.