I’ve been feeling really low. Last night I cried my way through most of Billy Elliot. I haven’t felt this bad for such a sustained period since the year after my mother died, though the present malaise is different from how I felt then.
This week I’m trying to lighten up by remembering things Dave has said to me in an attempt to cheer me up.
Today:
Me: I’m really fed up, Dave. Actually, I think I might be depressed.
Dave: Don’t worry – it’ll pass. Either that, or you’ll die.
Sue - I prescribe some serious self- indulgence. Whatever qualifies for you - a full body, deep tissue massage works wonders for me - an hour of pampered bliss. I'm a great believer in the Pleasure Principle for counteracting stuff.
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a massage sounds really nice. I might just go for one. x
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