My mood has definitely picked up from last week. I wonder if I’ll ever reach the point where my depression is over for good. I made significant inroads into cleaning up the house yesterday too. My bedroom has been a total mess for months. Piles of clothes on the floor (what’s dirty? what’s clean?) and bed unmade for weeks. I threw out some old clothes too, too small (or am I just too big?) or beyond repair (not that I ever repair anything).
For the past few days I’ve managed to do some significant walking. Wednesday I walked into the city to meet Lucy. Thursday I went for another long walk into the city. On Friday I walked over to Kew for my appointment with Philip. Yesterday I walked to Savers and back. I really want to lose weight. If I can keep up the walking it will help. The main issue is the amount of time I spend on the computer. If I can just get away from that for a while I can do some other things.
The housework continues…
This afternoon I tackled my study. Papers all over the floor, CDs and DVDs spread randomly, with empty cases here and there. Paid accounts to file, unpaid accounts to pay, etc. Now, mostly tidy. Lots of paper shredded. Some floor space available. Most DVDs cased and stacked. Still a couple missing.
I haven’t done anything constructive or creative this weekend though. That always makes me a bit anxious, wondering what I’m living for. Perhaps I’m not living for anything. Most people don’t seem to be. Just waiting for death.