Better

Just as fog lifts off the sea, I feel better today. The fug that seeped into my brain cells like despair from a Dementor attack has abated. I feel alright... Still have no idea how I'm going to fund my studies when little'un starts school, or what exactly I'm going to do, but hey ho... I'm alive and feeling okay.

It happened this afternoon as I was tidying R's playroom. I could feel myself getting better again. Colour was returning to my thoughts and hope crept in gradually like a timid mouse, edging its way along a skirting board until it's sat on your feet, giving you the eye with a look a look that says, "I do and I dare".

So, here I sit now... talking codshite on Mibba and still feeling "alright". As long as I can spout off stuff on here and have inspiration, I can live to fight another day. As long as I can fight hard enough to reach a point where I can express myself and live my dreams then so much the better. It might take me a little while, but I'm going to do so.