Having invented the verb “to wisholute” I thought I’d share mine for 2015.
The last day of 2014 has made a start to it all. A trip to the doctor confirmed that I’ve been suffering from Seasonal Affective Disorder, Post Traumatic Stress and am generally wound up like a clockwork toy. This past year has been a hum-dinger of a baddie for me in some ways. Too many bangs on the head left me disorientated, grouchy and generally over-sensitive so I fell out with a few people and lost friends. Well, no more.
That’s it. My health can look after itself now I’ve given up motorbikes, got my Prozac and Stillnox back. My new attitude is to walk away from trouble rather than run to meet it. Already put into practice, it is working. While it’s probably too late to mend fences with people I’ve alienated, there isn’t much I can do apart from learn from my mistakes.
Now that my skull appears to be sitting more squarely on my shoulders I’ll get back to writing very soon. With my new meds I will be able to get into a more disciplined timetable.
As you’ll have seen, most of my wisholutions are down to me. Some depend on taking the right meds and accepting that my condition means I’m going to be a pill-popper for the rest of my life. I can avoid some but others I have to accept. The alternative is being a bit of a bitch and picking fights which I’d really like to stop now, thanks. It’s no fun for me or the people on the other end of it.
So to all of you, may 2015 bring you all you need and many of your wishes. I shall be trying to be pleasant and I hope Fate does the same to you xxx