surfaced. groundhog day.
I shouldnt twist and moan there are folk much worse off than me. but
whats the point of a diary that was meant to give a true account of recovery
from ill ness if i faff it up, thats the thing.

that was the purpose of it, a Journal of renewal.
of symptoms and how they either get worse in which case i woudnt get better and no one would ever have known of me, or diminish and id be out and about.
i thought maybe someone somewhere might click on and think i feel like that and take heart.

but it,s not me, i keep stuff bottled up its the way i am. i cringe at myself.


Im the type that always likes to tell the good bits,
and ive always said, in the past no matter how bad i felt, I,ll be out this time next year sorta thing and ive hung onto it and kept positive.
you can be in the depths but still have hope eternal. thats my motto.
so dont know where i go from here really.