I was going to say I have no idea where this year has gone, or how I can't believe that I haven't written a post since January, but the sad fact is I know exactly where it's gone and why it's happened.
I've had a hell of a year.
In no particular order, I've had a major surgery causing a dramatic lifestyle change, a serious bout of depression leading to a couple of months in hospital and another month visiting relatives and recovering. Exhausting.
I need to learn to look after myself better, to recognise when I'm going into a decline before it gets to the point where I have to spend so long in hospital.
I accept that there will be occasions where hospital is necessary, it seems to be the nature of my particular brand of mental illness, but I need to learn to get help sooner, to try to shorten those admissions. Hopefully I can limit my stays to medication changes only rather than extended stays.
I have to keep myself busy, building new neural pathways, doing a range of new things (or old things I had stopped doing).
Part of my recovery includes writing, something I haven't been able to do for much of the last year.
So for better or worse, I'm back.
Love Jo xxx