This morning

Up at twenty to seven this morning. It's a bit cooler and breezier today, although still very humid. Coffee and fags first thing as usual, and deep in thought. I've been thinking about my week. I'm staying up much later now than I have been, and have realised why. I don't have to go to bed just to shut myself off anymore. I can do that in my front room. I'm really relishing every moment of my regained solitude. Of course the anxiety and depression are still very close top the surface, but they are in a different place now, and not all around me as they have been.