spring

For those who consider themselves normal, I can only apologise. For those who understand, by either personal experience or that of someone they know, what it is to be bipolar, I can explain my complete absence from adding to this blog only by saying I fell over.

In a normal world long hours bring on great fatigue that can take some time to recover from. In my world, the long hours of this year created a vacuum in which I still think and speak but from which it is so hard to communicate. This is a place devoid of feeling, as to even enquire of one’s own state of mind threatens to launch yet another boat rocking session spanning months.

The fact is that what takes a normal person weeks to recover from throws me into a boiling pot of emotions that takes months to even settle the voices of unreason that each urge one to make yet another rash move.

We are our own worst enemy.

In a normal world to completely abandon a blog is tantamount to signing it’s death warrant. Trambellings is not dead, it has just been hibernating, lying dormant waiting for spring.

They tell me that the first of September is the first day of spring.