Monthly Archives: August 2017

The lights are off

Yesterday I couldn’t function.

This is perhaps not the most shocking of revelations. This entire blog is dedicated to the times my mood and brain knock me on my arse in one way or another.

But yesterday was awful for how absolute it was.

If I am a house – my brain is a house – with a kitchen and bathroom, living room, perhaps a study, and a couple of bedrooms, then yesterday was a power cut. Normally the house is alive, sometimes all the rooms are lit and full of noise and life, other times there are just one or two lights on. Perhaps something is slowly roasting in the oven for dinner.  There is life there.  A low hum of power and possibility, snaking through the whole building.

Yesterday was a catastrophic power cut.

Everything went off. Absolutely no sign of life from the outside and the very function of the house almost entirely wiped out. And I was just huddled in the corner of a room, waiting for power to be restored.

Today I found a camping gas stove and, whilst still huddled, have found a little light and warmth to pass the day with.

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