@EternalFlower Hello mate. I am sorry I did not see your post earlier. What can I say to Lift the blues mate. Why is it always worse at night. You mentioned a friend that went with you to hospital, A friend that cares about you I guess. That on its own is powerful. The mind and body walk hand in hand, so I understand your fatigue. . . As for the mess. I know girls pride themselves on order, but given your state, no ones looking, You know , when my place gets out of control , I can either spend my energy tiding it up, or turn my back on it, opt for some exercise, and a change of scenery. Option 2 wins every time. A big long walk, towing my unwilling hound. New surrounds, faces and interactions fresh air and ideas.
My bedside tables are wooden crates too mate. Not giving my money to overseas manufacturers, Its one of my many hobbies. I can afford new furniture, but I find a strange glass half full feeling about the art of giving a second life to what others discard. Those bedsides make you an aristocrat in my eyes my friend. Your belongings are a handy filter as to who your real friends are too. Just be glad you beat me to those apple crates. . .
This is not helping I know, but it does tell you that I care about you. New, unexpected seeds arise from chaos, a new self discovery could be just around the corner, and I will keep you in my thoughts and prayers. . . . tonys moonbase one