Travelling Home Tomorrow.

A gloomy Sunday morning by the sea. I can hear the traffic outside along with the noise of the oven fan. Shoulder of lamb with garlic, rosemary and thyme slowly roasts in said oven. And my dad is at church.

Alone at home I reflect on a glorious few days on the Kent coast. Marred only by bizarre dreams and obsessive thoughts there was none of the devastating fear and overehelmed drama of the last three Christmases. In part that is clearly driven by a change of manager and new direction in work.

I do not return to that until 5th although I do drive home to Hertfordshire tomorrow.

People and food always light up Christmas for me. And both lights have shone brightly. I do not fear 2026 as I did 2023 and 2025. What will be will be but I have the autonomy to at least partially shape what comes up. That is good.

Now just got to enjoy my final full day away with roast lamb and a friend's party.

I Heard a Voice.

Christmas Goose...and a lot of wine!

A day late I bid you all a Merry Christmas! We had a magnificent day of the pub, roast goose, a walk to the beach, Christmas pudding and mountains of cheese and wine.

Christmas has a mixed past for me. Singing up until Christmas Day as a child, the dour, sober and stressful dinners of mum's time, the darkness of my depression, the joys of long, lazy wine filled lunches since 2012 and dining alone during lockdown in 2020.

Three years ago today under intolerable work pressure my mood fell through the floor and my anxiety overwhelmed me.

Today we just are. Miriam and Nigel are off for a pre lunch walk. They drive home after lunch. I will take a post lunch walk then a couple of pints. Gammon and potatoes are roasting in the oven. Heritage carrots and sprouts will go with them along with gravy and English mustard.

On Monday I drive home. Big New Year's Eve party in The Hedgehog.

I Heard a Voice.

Brutal Year Ending by the Sea.

A bitter wind is sweeping in from the east. It chills me to the bone going out although the disposition is sunny. I'm down by the sea as this incredibly difficult last year winds towards its inexorable end.

A year ago things were extremely difficult. They got more so as spring came and I finally did what everyone had been telling me to do and go off long term sick.

By all accounts I'm much more stable now. That said with a new job, yet to be defined, there is hope for 2026. And trepidation.

Down here on the Kent coast our small family is together. The shopping done, the fizz on ice, the goose ready for cooking tomorrow and ragu tonight. I just bought some Chianti to go with it.

The world remains a troubled place of war, natural disasters, climate change and dangerous political chaos. Polarisation in mood, sentiment and belief makes it more dangerous. The haves get richer and the have nots get poorer and hungrier. Will stability come?

For now I leave you. Thanks for reading in the silence of blogland.

I Heard a Voice.

Musing on a Sunday Morning.

Greetings on a sunny but cold Sunday morning from leafy Hertfordshire. The days are ticking away, Christmas is coming and the year nears its end. Much of this year has been brutal for me.

Who could have thought in mid December 2024 that I would be forced to take four months away from it all? Two of those who guided me and talked to me then have gone from my life. One of those who I guided cut ties a couple of weeks ago.

On this morning I muse on what was, on those important people who walked out of my life. In most cases I have no idea why. In those instances it's hard not to see fault in me and not their fears and own need. As someone said when Charlotte cut ties "that's a Charlotte thing not a you thing". All remain painful.

Yet as 2026 approaches the fog appears to be lifting and a path is emerging. That is my work. A new role beckons that those that sit above me think will harness my talents that they consider unique. Am I excited? Absolutely. Is it scary? Terrifying. Am I going in blind? Certainly. But they want me to be a pathfinder.

Daily life goes on in parallel to that. I have bad dreams. My sleep is erratic. My mood a rollercoaster. My anxiety a killer. But I have my music, my books and my kitchen. Belly pork is on the menu today. The Messiah plays. And my book will be opened shortly.

I am but one little person in a big scary world. Insubstantial and insignificant. But I am important to many. And they important to me.

I Heard a Voice.

A Sudden Plummet.

I awoke this morning after a horrible nightmare with my mood plummeting through the floor, exhaustion, no motivation and a sense of despair. No idea why this happened but the joys of having a mood disorder have once again struck me.

Days like this when it comes out of nowhere are extremely difficult. I've given up trying to make sense of it. There simply is no explanation or sense to it.

That I must ride it out is clear. But the isolation that has come with it is crippling. No one is picking up the phone. No one has made me angry which is my usual precursor to the depths of hell. Strangely I'm not feeling particularly anxious. I did have a setback in the week. Maybe that is the trigger.

I'm forcing myself to eat. I feel starving but I've no appetite or energy to do so. Not wanting to cook or prepare food is never a good sign for me.

Two weeks today I will be in Kent. Yes Christmas is not far off. Let us hope that brings some joy. Be good to see my dad, it's been a while.

I will write today off and hope tomorrow is better.

I Heard a Voice.

Miserable Out.

The day after a beautiful Advent Sunday it is miserable out. Wet, cold, dark and windy. Definitely a day to stay indoors. Sadly I had to go out twice and experience early winter treachery.

My working day is done. Not sure how productive it was and in parts raised more questions than answers. What I do know is that Thursday next week will be the most intense and meeting heavy days since my return in mid September.

As this blog is dedicated to mental health and food perhaps an update is due. Mood is non descript, kind of zero on my old scale, neither up nor down. Some days anxiety overwhelms me. A friend asked me about voice hearing on Saturday. The truth is it has only happened once since starting Risperidone in September 2001.

The culinary adventures continue. I celebrated Thanksgiving on Thursday with roast turkey and cranberry sauce. On Saturday a beef curry from Cambodia. Quite spicy and delicious. Sunday lunch was roast lamb with mint sauce. That too was very good.

My Christmas holidays starts at 5 pm on 19th. I travel to Kent on 20th. Decadence will ensue.

Have a good week everybody.

I Heard a Voice.

Bitter Wind and Anxious Complection

A bitter, biting wind swept across our land this week. Walking to a meeting on Tuesday the wind pierced three layers of clothing and a thick, heavy coat.

Whilst it is warmer today it is miserable out. Just been for a pint of IPA at The White Horse in Welwyn.

My week was overshadowed by phone anxiety and the erroneous news that a friend and fellow survivor had died. Some digging revealed more positive news that he is alive. That's a relief.

The residual effects of my heavy cold cling on to me still. Awful cough but feeling a lot better. Home in the warm I'm just watching the rugby.

Plans for the weekend have changed. I was supposed to be hosting my friend Laura but she is unwell. So dining alone on roasted chicken leg smothered in herbed butter minted new potatoes, carrots, green beans and peas, gravy and a glass of organic Pinot Grigio.

Payday arrives on Tuesday. It will be an expensive month, car MOT and service as well as completing my Christmas shopping. Three more presents to buy.

Mentally my anxiety of yesterday has dissipated. Whatever was wrong with my phone yesterday has righted itself now. It was amazing how vulnerable I felt without it. How crazy is our modern world that our entire lives are stored on these little devices.

Tomorrow brings roast beef. Always good on a Sunday during dark and dank November.

I Heard a Voice.