No, not a post about colours today.
On days when there's no blog post, it can mean that I'm struggling just to be upright.
I've always been honest on my blog: no point otherwise, is there?
So that also means writing about the crap times too.
My family are great - I genuinely don't know how they cope with my low moods.
It wasn't until I had a breakdown that I suffered with depression.
I knew folk who were affected, and to be very honest with you, I felt pretty helpless as I just didn't know what to do to help them.
It's awful seeing someone in pain and not being able to do a thing to make it better.
At times I just wished that there was a pill, or a magic button, or a recipe I could bake for them: even if it meant doing so once a week...but no such thing.
Since it happened to us, I've lost a lot of "friends" due to the condition and how it touches every part of your life. They just found it too hard? I was too different after my breakdown?
Even my "best" friend simply closed her door.
We had been close friends for years.
Our girls had gone to school together.
We'd cooked, cleaned and sewed alongside each other.
Then one day when I was at an all-time low, she sent me the most God-awful text messages (which I still have), told me to forget our friendship (in no uncertain terms) and has continued to tell the nation all about being a savvy saver and a happy housewife, painting such a picture.. But I digress, and that is maybe for another blogpost.
Truly the only way through this up and down labyrinth that is depression is to just hang on; because it will pass.
That's what Man Wonderful will say to me when I'm at my lowest: this will pass, this will pass.
And eventually it does, until the next time, it does.