A new day

[ailbhe]

I still feel dreadful. I'm going to try eating something and hope that helps.

Edit 08:00: cleared dry laundry from rack, hung three loads of wet laundry, made porridge with sweet preserved cherries, eating now. Hope it helps. Went to sleep feeling almost ok, woke up s-word again less than five hours later.

Comments

[birke]

Thank goodness for chores to keep you moving, right?

[rosefox]

Food and sleep can be your best weapons against the brainworms.

<3

[taimatsu]

My work is flexible enough that I could probably get permission to take time off and come over if you need someone to be there. Text me if you would like me to arrange this. (hope text easier than phone)

[widgetfox.livejournal.com]

FWIW I think the way you're handling this is exemplary. Sending all possible good thoughts.

[trinker.livejournal.com]

Porridge with sweet preserved cherries sounds marvelous.

I'm sorry you're feeling s-word, and wish I could send you more sunshine.

[ailbhe]

It's the kind of thing I would normally love, but I shovelled it in like wallpaper paste. Not a good sign. BUT. Food helped.

[trinker.livejournal.com]

Not a good sign. Remembering to eat, good. Food helping, even better.
One ting at a time. Would you like cheerful things posted in your journal, or would that feel like pressure?

[leedy.livejournal.com]

Ah shite. I remember when I started my antidepressants for PND I definitely got worse before I got better - I hope you hit the upswing bit soon. Sending good thoughts and some kind of virtual torch to help get you out of the dark place.

[clare-s.livejournal.com]

Are you OK? Have you managed to contact anyone this morning?

[cyan-blue.livejournal.com]

You are doing the right things to fight it. Keeping busy, and reminding yourself that the voice is just a voice. Can you do anything today to feel productive, to get a little sunshine on your face, to see a friend?

I feel almost silly to recommend this next thing, but it picks me up sometimes when I am blue because I can't read more than 2 pages of it without laughing so hard that other people come running in to see what is up. So on the theory that laughter is good medicine:

The website, http://www.damnyouautocorrect.com is a bunch of transcripts of text-message conversations in which someone's iPhone has substituted a hilariously wrong word via autocorrect. Go read a few pages of it... I haven't met anyone yet who's looked at it without keeling over in happy hysterics.

[micheinnz.livejournal.com]

Keep talking. We're here.