Hello there. Apologies for the hiatus in the Allen Brooks story. There’s a good reason for that. It was my birthday on Saturday. People that know me were well aware of this seismic (?) happening on other social media platforms so there was no need for repetition on here.
It was a nice, convivial evening at the pub I usually frequent. My sister and brother-in-law came along and met some of my acquaintances from the pub and the Peer Support group. There was plenty of alcohol drunk, as you might expect, and plenty of food eaten. One of the pub friends is a very talented baker, and he made two dozen cup cakes for us to eat, which I was very grateful for, after all he went to a lot of time and effort to prepare the cakes.
How do I feel turning 45 years of age? No different really. It’s just a number after all. The medication seems to be kicking in fully now. Still having some indifferent moments, and physically I still feel tired at times.
Spent most of yesterday in the company of some of the attendees from Saturday, trying hard not to feel shattered, but failing miserably. Next time I organise something like a party, I will take a little more care over it. Some of the smaller details got forgotten about, such as music and provision of food.
There’s always a but…..and I won’t say what that is. It’s my paranoia and low self esteem coming into play, that’s all I’ll divulge at this point. Got to be careful I don’t press the self destruct button, which is always nearby.
Off to do some volunteering this morning. The weather has behaved itself the last three days, to make up for the ghastly stuff of the last three weeks. This morning is warm and pleasant. Nice to get some fresh air.
So I’ll have to change the 44 in the blog address to 45. But not yet.
Allen Brooks xx