I had expected to post here at least 3 times explaining what has been happening with me.
Some positive some very negative, but I didn't
And then last night happened.
I had a big day, cut the grass, walked the dog, did the washing, did the dishes, scrubbed the toilet, went to the movies with my wife and a friend, went and did the groceries, dried the clothes that were damp, organised the dogs food for the next month, folded up all the clothes, cooked lunch and dinner.
Sitting down after dinner with a glass of wine I broke down into tears and had to go to bed at 7pm, and couldn't stop crying until after midnight by which time I evacuated to the lounge.
It's easy to see looking at the above now that I tried to do too much, but I am still frying my brain trying to work out what I'm doing and where I'm headed.
Hours later, that makes me want to cry again.