For the last 6 months or so I've been off the radar. Apart from helping Mum around the house with chores and such, I've been sleeping, playing games, reading and not much else. I've had Google Talk turned off, and haven't made much effort to keep in touch with anyone except Angel. Why? I can't say for sure; I wanted to crawl into my shell for a while, whether as a result of leaving NewsNow, seeing my Dad, or something else.

I've kept telling myself to try and get on with stuff, as I always do. I've been meaning to get driving lessons for ages. I've been meaning to get this site up and running. I never really meant to lose touch with so many friends, but again my desire to contact people has never developed into action.

The only thing I have managed to do is see a doctor about my depression, and I had a few sessions with a nice lady who practices locally and does a counselling service for the clinic. I also got back on the pills - one called Citalopram this time - although I've not seen any results yet.

I've just come back from 3 weeks in St Vincent with Mum. She was going out anyway, and invited me along. My cousin Roger was also out there with Anneke his wife, and actually I spent a lot more time with them than I did with Mum. He manages the land that his Mum (my Auntie Pat) owns, and has built himself a house on the top of the hill overlooking the beach at Indian Bay. A fantastic spot, and a goldmine, although I don't think he's ever going to sell the place. I'll write more about the trip later.

I guess there's a lot to fill this site with, and I hope I'll have the discipline to keep it going. It'll be a nice place for friends to come to keep up with stuff, and I hope it'll encourage me to keep in touch more.

Labels: depression, personal