Black dog has got hold of me today.
I can't function properly.
Communication is limited.
Body is exhausted.
Mind is all muddled up.
All I can think about is going to sleep.
Oh its going to feel good.
Urgh hate writing when I'm feeling this low. I worry people must think I'm such a moaning miserable bitch. Hmm. Actually, maybe there is some truth in that. Oh I don't know.
Going to force myself to eat something. Black dog always takes away my appetite and I really don't want to turn into a boney twiglet again. Yuk.