My depression is flattening out. I just looked out my window and the sun is making the chain ferry luminous in the late sun. The harbour is so blue.
So I’m doing a bit better. My friends and I are passing silly videos and memes on WhatsApp which brings laughter into the day.
I came across a flat with a wrap around terrace. But the kitchen is in the living room and I really dislike that. Then I found a ground floor flat what is in a converted church. I love it. It’s in Penzance, so very impractical.
I don’t want to move but I’d love to be closer to my cousin, who’s in Sunderland, very far from Cornwall.
Yesterday, I had the pleasure of cutting my daughter’s hair. It seems like ages since I did that. I did it all her life, stating at age 31/2.
The clouds are pink now, turning coral. And fading into grey/blue.
I continue to write articles. I sleep later though.
My friend down the road came for distance cup of tea. My cleaner came. The police could stop him and fine him. But I said he should them to phone me.
I’m grateful that people have reached out to me while the depression was bad. I’m so glad I’m not an alcoholic. Just think, drinking until you’re numb, with with no purpose in life, living a lie like Mike Ebsworth.
So jubilant the neighbours are gone. I celebrate each day.