Sat here trying to cool off (it’s very humid!) and thought I’d better say that I’m not a doctor or counsellor, just someone who’s been a little troubled and is married to someone who is troubled, yet getting better. Dark moments and days still happen, they’re now more infrequent and we hope it stays that way. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not hearts and flowers all the time the Black Dog isn’t around, but it’s good – we’re getting much better at talking and communicating…saying that, we’re both currently sulking in different rooms! One of us lost their temper over something silly and the other challenged it. One has taken their dinner into the front room, the other is upstairs. The children are very aware of the atmosphere and went to bed with no fuss (every cloud…!).
That bothers me…the youngest is sometimes questioning some of the behaviour. Before, a simple distraction would do the trick and, to be honest, it worked well for me too as I had to just carry on as if nothing had happened. I’m a great believer in ‘ignorance is bliss’, but as we all know, that can only go on for so long before it comes back to bite. Perhaps it’s a good thing that the little one is asking questions. It might just have a positive outcome…we’ll have to wait and see.