I'm almost packed, fully dressed and waiting for Roger & Anneke to come down with the car to head to the airport.

The last few days have been really hard to cope with, and it seems the closer I get to facing my depression once again, the worse it is getting. I've been getting intense anxiety and just deep, dark lows, full of thoughts of uselessness and pointlessness. I'm finding it really hard to talk to people without getting irrationally emotional.

I just hope the next few days of traveling, flat-hunting and job-searching will keep my mind occupied enough to keep these thoughts at bay. However, I do trust medicine more than I trust hope, so I'm going to ask the GP in Dorking to get me back onto the Happy Pills as soon as possible.

Labels: depression, personal