Were waiting on the kitchen worktop and I was in bed... That's when DP knew I was very ill..
I can almost remember buying the sardines on that day.. I don't remember buying the two bottles of whisky. I do remember standing in the supermarket thinking... "I am here to buy supper, but I don't know what to do".. I hzve to get suppper, but I don't know what to do.
That is now a long time past and I have recovered from the worst of it. I know I will never be like eveyone else because I am a manic depressive. But with the support of my DP I am now comfortable in my skin. I am only posting this now because DP told me about the sardines last night. And to say to fellow fruitcakes.. In your darkest time, I know how you feel... but it is possible to come out the other end.