QueenieSenior Contributor
A quick confession.
I admit usually at Easter I go downhill with depression. More times in the past decade than not, I've been in hospital eating eggs I've bought myself as I had no family to share it with.
This year I've been not sleeping but doing really well. It is like sleep isn't needed. I don't mind it really. My Mrs is worried I'm on the way up, but I don't think so, I just think I am doing well. Nothing wrong with that is there?