And then the sun came out

Perhaps I should have been clearer in my last post that when I refered to “normal”, what I really meant was “normal for me”. Perish the thought that I, or anyone for that matter, should ever be called “normal” as a term of praise.

I’ve always loved the fact that both the following phrases have such a ring of truth to them:

Everyone seems normal, until you get to know them
and
Everyone seems weird, until you get to know them

Anyway, maybe the meds have finally kicked in, or maybe it’s just a brief moment of respite, but I’ve noticed a distinct change in the past 24 hours, like I’m no longer wading through treacle.

Do you ever go out to a wood or parkland and take a deep breath, filling your lungs, and think “I’d forgotten just how wonderful this smells.”?

It’s a bit like that - remembering what it feels like not to be weighed down and worrying when the next depressive bout will suddenly pounce, and realising you’d forgotten you could feel that way.

Maybe it will be gone again tomorrow, or maybe it will stick around for a while. But for the moment I’m going to enjoy breathing it in.



P.S. Is anyone else having problems with Blogger giving them posting instructions in German (other than German readers, that is)?