A day on there is no sign of the sun or spring. Drizzle falls outside my window. My mood is defeated and my lunch a disaster. Not a good day so far.
The saving grace though is Mozart and Chianti. I don't want to face the world today but I will.
The enormity of the last ten days is becoming clearer. Psychiatrist, work review, occupational health appointment, Red Kite, King's and its murky past is a lot to deal with in a short space of time. No wonder my emotional energy is at zero.
What I must look at though is my wider life. My music. My books. My voice for change. My friends. And the good I have done by surviving nearly 35 years of mental illness.
People listen to my words. Words have power whether used for good or ill. I try to do good.
I share a trait with my amazing dad; that we never say no. At times it is our detriment. But we both do good a lot of the time.
Tomorrow will come, and tomorrow I will get up and face the world. Get up, make my bed, open the window, wash, put my contact lenses in, brush my teeth, and go to work. That's what I do.
See you soon.
I Heard a Voice.
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