Yes I am Happy Occasionally

At this time of year and against my own will, my spirits are lifted.  A magical feeling that evaded language or definition.  A time when simply being alive, animated was sufficient.  And we awaited blessings and gifts from above.  When I was very little my brother used to wake me up at six in the morning.  He would crawl into bed with me.  We hugged each other in the dark, beneath the duvet.  We whispered excitedly as they made our way downstairs, barefoot, avoiding the loose tread on the bottom step.  Two Santa’s sacks lay beneath the Christmas tree overflowing with gold and silver packages.  They always did.  Later we went to church. These were moments to savour.

Update

Haven’t been around much recently.  In a nutshell: OD, hospital, discharge, community mental health team (every day for two weeks), relapse, hospital, discharge , community mental health team.  Staying with neighbour who has intermittent internet access.

Apologies for lack of eloquence.

Addendum: In my absence Kate Moss caused something of a furore when she asserted that ‘Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.’

She obviously hasn’t met the right chef yet.

And as this article so eloquently argues Ms Moss is the symptom of a very real problem.  She is certainly not the cause.