Those of you who know me will be well aware of my much publicised slumps, these are the moments (or lumped days) in which everything gets a bit too much for me, I can’t see the light, I just spiral in on myself and get depressed.
I’ve struggled with bouts of depression since I was about eleven and luckily (for you) I don’t have time to go into it now but they’re becoming a lot more sporadic, I can now see their symptoms and take some time to myself, just to touch base and ensure I’m safe. Unfortunately for those around me it means being ignored or trying to help and being barked at. I’m lucky to have such good people in my orbit because I don’t think I would come out the other side for anything but happiness.
Last night I went for a run, it was the first thing I got to do for myself in a number of days, and I pushed harder than before and cut my time down. I’m new to running you see and have mapped a mile and a half that I try to circuit a couple of times a week and each time I listen to Given To The Wild and last night reached the finish line as Glimmer started. I don’t know how long that is, I know it’s track five, but I don’t really want to calculate it because I’m sure it’s not particularly quick. Anyway I was out running and I managed to just shake off a lot of the blue I’d been shouldering.
So I’m back, back from the slumps, and I’m pushing myself harder than ever from now on.