Managed to get rid of the headache I woke up with at the gym, and had a nice long cardio session. Now I’m in bed with green tea and a mandarin orange, watching Frasier on Netflix.
Not too bad at all!
Slightly better this morning. I’m still in the process of a shifting sleeping pattern, so I keep getting these really restless and short nights. That’s just a transition period, I’ve been told, so I just have to push through it.
Coffee will save me. I’m keeping today relatively empty, though I hope to feel better later so I can go to the gym for my cardio-day. I love that.
I have valerian tea, my dark safe room, my gorgeous sweet pet cat sleeping in my room, and this lovely song from Sting.
It’s called “Ghost Story”, performed in Durham Cathedral.
A calming enough combination. I’m okay, I think. And I didn’t even need to take medication this time.
Ah, the difference a pet can make.
A rather depressing end to an otherwise positive day, I must admit. Meh. Ups and downs, Youri. Ups and downs. I made it this far completely on my own, and I’ll be damned if I let others ruin what I work my ass off for. It’s not easy doing all this by myself, though. Fuck, it’s not easy at all.
Here’s to better luck tomorrow, everybody.
"You cannot know the history of silent film unless you know the face of Renée Maria Falconetti. In a medium without words, where the filmmakers believed that the camera captured the essence of characters through their faces, to see Falconetti in [Carl Theodor] Dreyer’s The Passion of Joan of Arc (1928) is to look into eyes that will never leave you.”
- Roger Ebert, The Great Movies
A haunting movie. I own it on DVD, but rarely watch it. That’s how emotionally devastating it is.
It was a nice day. Sunny, went to the gym, did a lot in and around the house and did some reading. And, of course, bought and cooked the meal for me and my family. I’m really really tired now, though.
I didn’t sleep quite enough, and I’m not mentally well enough yet for such relatively busy days. I know that sounds pathetic, but that’s just the state I am in, still. Just serves as a good reminder that I’m doing well, but I have one hell of a long road of recovery ahead of me.
The Prophet’s Song | Queen
I watched as fear took the old men’s gaze
Hopes of the young in troubled graves
'I see no day' I heard him say
So grey is the face of every mortal
One of my all-time favourites.