It’s fair to say I was in a bit of a foul mood over the weekend. I’m not entirely sure why, it could be the effect of new drugs, it could have been having to say goodbye to mum, it could have been having to do lots of work before going back to school. Whatever it was, I was NOT happy.

My alarm went off this morning, you’d think it would be a struggle, a snooze button… but no… alarm off, I got up and in to the shower. My bag was packed full with various snacks and things to last for the term, so I was weighed down as well for my 45 minute walk. By the time I got to work, there was a spring in my step and I was feeling good.

By the end of today I felt so much better than I had for most of the weekend. Why? I’m honestly not sure other than simple things of routine at work just made me feel better. I’m always happier when I know what’s going on, and when I know there’s a plan.

One of the this I’ve missed most since I’ve been ill is not knowing what my brain is going to be like and therefore not being able to make plans, go running, etc… maybe just being back in some form of routine was enough to make me feel ‘normal’ or more normal anyway!

It probably also helped getting feedback from people pointing out that I was looking a heck of a lot better than the last time they saw me and that I’m healing well!