I'd like to apologise to all who know me for suddenly breaking off my regular visits here and posts I made.
The truth is, I am quite ill these days. I get very tired and fall asleep often. I'm not really improving and I won't get better.
I went to see my GP recently for a review. He seems quite happy with how I'm getting on and my current regime will continue. I have to say, I'm happy about that. Getting my meds altered is a nusance as I'm sure you can apppreciate.
I was diagnosed on 1 April 2011. I'm sorry to say that since then, it's become increasingly difficult to give the sort of attention to people, their posts and problems that they all deserve. I was increasingly missing points or issues and jumping to completely wrong conclusions. That is no pleasure for me. My friends here deserve better.
I'm pleased to say I still have my intellect. I can still think. As long as I can think my being will exist. I think because I am.
Nabokov wrote that the problem with dying is you're totally alone. I didn't really understand that until now. I suppose, like many, I assumed it meant that dying people needed company, others tend to shy away.
The reality is very different.
My biggest problem is simply saying it. It certainly doesn't bother me. It just isn't the sort of thing you casually drop into any conversation.
I can't really think of anything to say really.
Love you all. Keep posting. It isn't just for you. The support we each give to others, simply with the most binale posts is enormous. We say to people, you are not alone any more.
