I was looking through the archives of my Tumblr today and came across a number of posts I made around the time I was unwell at the end of 2013. And it’s really strange reading them because I was not right in the head around then. I’m not sure what you would call it, possibly shock with a bit of stress and more than a hint of anxiety (according to Wikipedia it was an ‘acute stress reaction’).
But you know, I’m glad that I have those posts. I can see how I was feeling during that time and it’s this strange mix of being overly happy and “I don’t want to die”. Its so weird because I really don’t remember much of what happened around then. I mean yes I know where I went and what I did, but I don’t remember how I felt.
I think it’s one of the reasons why I love having a blog. I can look back in 20 years time and see where I went, the stuff I was doing and my opinions on The Great British Bake Off. I realise that I now spend most of my time writing about books and I know that a bunch of you guys like that. I mean there are almost 7000 of you following this blog of mine so some of you must enjoy the bookish stuff. But this blog is first and foremost a personal diary, I love writing for you all but I write for myself as well. I mean yes maybe some of the things I wrote during that time shouldn’t be available for just anyone to see. But I’m still glad I have them.