I'm not too good at the moment.
I spent most of last week at my Mum's new home in Cambridge. It is about 4 hours away in the car and I am finding it very hard to know that I can't just pop in to see her, or ask her if she wants to go for a coffee anymore. I'm very sad about it.
Had a wonderful afternoon with the Fabulous Peri (www.knitandnatter.blogspot.com ) on sunday at the Big Knit In at Brighton University. Unfortunately I was so panicky that I couldn't relax. She has such a wonderful family, Mike and J are just so lovely and Peri is the such a great gal. I really tried to relax and chat normally but found it very hard. I hope they didn't think I was being snotty with them. (mental note to self, must email Peri to say thanks!) I was delayed by an hour by silly roadworks and then had a major panic attack in the carpark that I thought I wouldn't be able to get out of the car, let alone talk to anyone. I had to leave earlier than I wanted to due to the panicky feelings coming back.
My poor girls are bearing the brunt of my low mood at the moment. If i'm not crying, I'm shouting. What sort of life is that for 2 beautiful, kind, loving girls?
I'm low because I stopped taking my meds. I thought I was better, I was fed up on taking tablets to help me be ME. But I guess I am still depressed and that the Citalopram was working. I'm back on it as of today and will be feeling better again soon. I hope.