Tomorrow I am going to wake up and try to pretend I am not deeply depressed.
I don’t know how this will go, but having done it really hard recently, I’m willing to try and disappear up denial’s fairytale arsehole and hopefully find a magical rainbow of relief there.
What might it look like? Basically, crashing through those barriers which have been plaguing me lately and, well, just faking it.
Will report progress back, in the fullness of time. Expect fairyfloss or heartache.