Alive and Level

Well, I'm still here, I keep taking the tablets and all's good. And it's not like I've not had my chemically maintained equilibrium quite comprehensively jostled over the last few months. I had a bout of quite sickeningly horrendous back pain which dragged on for weeks and laughed in the face of analgesia and dragged my average sleep per night down to a few meagre, miserable minutes. In the past that would have been more than enough to precipitate at best a slump into depression, at worst the nightmare oscillations between unfounded, frantic optimism and the bleakest despair imaginable that have blighted my life for the last couple of decades. Then my stepdad died of lung cancer and I came down with Bell's Palsy the same week. So, a tricky time which I don't think I could have navigated without Quetiapine steadying my hand on the rudder. And here I am. Starting to feel creative again, working on some music and writing. Not that many people are wasting their time visiting my humble little blog, but I'm going to try and increase the  frequencies of my jottings here. Oh yeah - over the last month I went to see VNV Nation in Southampton and New Model Army in Bridport and they both fucking ROCKED.