I’m conscious my last post was rather gloomy. The truth was I felt very low and could barely function. I’ve done a lot in the past few weeks to drag myself out of the mire.
I have had tablets, of course. My Lithium was changed to 1600mg per day. But mostly I had support of dear friends. There are too many to mention on here but most Sunday mornings I have gone for an early walk with Andy.
At the start of me feeling ill I also spent time with Christian. Getting me out again was transformative. Some days I really didn’t feel like it but we had such a nice time visiting places and getting me out.
I’m not going to put their photo but Mat and Ari have been frequent visitors. Even on the days when I didn’t want to do anything they gave me a reason to get out. Ben; a constant feature of our lives along with Dougal and Louise. Darius; for the numerate hours spent talking Cars and kids. Hilary and Lena for getting me back on my training. Sam for the coffees and Venus for the endless Chats. Chris for giving me the gift of swimming. Gill! I could not forget the amazing coffee chats. You know what I really am bloody lucky to have so many caring friends. There are more that have helped me too but I can’t fit them all in.
So what? What does this mean? Well, for a start it gives me a reason to keep fighting. My mental health is a journey, one that I will not fight on my own. That means a a lot. So then black dog you Mother Fucker. I’ve assembled an army to fight you!! Are you ready?!
Bipolar Ironman 
This is such a heartwarming post. It’s incredible to see the support and love from friends during tough times. Remember, you are not alone in your journey and have a strong army behind you. Keep fighting, and never give up!
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