I haven’t been able post for a while.
The up and down of mental ill-health sometimes gets stuck on the down stroke and I resolved never to bother people with my thoughts when I don’t have anything positive to say.
To make it worse, I recently got myself a shiny new bicycle which I haven’t been able to ride.
Cycling is my no.1 coping strategy, and I’ve really missed it’s hugely beneficial effect on my mood. Normally, if I can manage get my leggings on, I can usually harass, cajole and nag myself to get my bicycle down the stairs and outside. Even this step-by-step method has failed me recently. Piss-poor performance (excuse my language).
That said, tomorrow, I intend to force my sorry-looking backside out of the door for a spin, regardless.
If I don’t, you have my permission to call me Ebeneezer…