Firstly, I must apologise for not being around either here or at your lovely blogs for around three months now. Truth is, I've had a lot to keep me away.
We discovered the house we were buying had serious subsidence and had to pull out. The people buying our house are serious pains in he backside. We have to move out months before we have anywhere to move to. We actually found somewhere else we love after months more viewings, and have put in an offer. However, all the houses where we need to live are overpriced and there are lots of unscrupilous sellers out there who keep pushing up the price, way over the asking price! So we'll see if our offer is accepted later on today (I hope - fingers crossed). I'm writing this on Wednesday - so when this goes live we may have taken a huge sigh of relief.
Secondly, my bipolar disorder and anxiety issues have been off the charts lately, so my medications have trebled and my mind has been either in a panic or blank. It still is to a large extent so I can't work on anything and have no enthusiasm to do so. I'm so disappointed about this because I've managed to be largely in remission for years now. Yes, my moods have always peaked and troughed, but medication - even my low dosage - has managed to keep things in check. Perhaps the stress of house selling/buying/and my husband having to work away two weeks out of every month has pushed me a tad too far?
Fingers crossed they accept our offer and we can get in it as soon as possible.
The thing I'm celebrating (yes, I am celebrating something) is aside from all the poop going on right now, I am loved. As useless and miserable as have been lately, I am loved.
Sometimes love is all we need, right?
She has been trying to convince me to do a Masters in a Creative Writing (I already have an Honours Degree in Psychology, but I earned that years ago in 1999) for months now, and I did consider it. But I can't even write my personal statement, let alone persuade two people to provide references for me. Then there's the interview, if I got that far. And I don't even know where I'll be living yet! Grr!
Keep your fingers crossed for us! X
My sister turned 32 Thursday too. She's poorly with her joints, her heart, her thyroid (like me) and bipolar disorder (like me), yet she's managed to complete an ancient history degree and has been accepted on a Masters in Ancient History next year. And did I mention she has four children under nine?!
She's my hero!