No real title to this one. Just wanted to jot my thoughts down really. Moved back home with my mum which does not seem as much of a failure as i had first anticipated. Started on medication -- coming up to about ten days and feeling a slight buzz of improvement. Had a job interview and touchwood will hopefully be back in work in a matter of weeks. How anyone can enjoy being on long term benefits, doing nothing but stay at home watching TV is beyond me. I do believe that the reason TV is so shit during the day is a government ploy to try and make people think that maybe it's best for them to get a job.
When I first took a bit of time off it was great -- like when I was a kid and had managed to fool my mum into thinking I was ill. That was always great until about two thirty pm and I began to realise that my mates would be home soon -- playing football in the park, and I would not be allowed out and in fact would be put to bed early in a bid to sweat out the disease that only this morning had had me near deaths's door. This is how I feel now. The novelty of being off is well worn out and now I need to rejoin normality, which is strange as only a few weeks ago I was convinced that normality was the thing making me depressed. Also joined the gym, beginning to eat healthier and doing lots of meditation. My inner voice thinks this is reason to label me a pussy, oh to be free of critique.
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