Tuesday morning I drooped.
My these days usually cheerful mood - ecstatically cheerful recently - disappeared and was replaced by that once familiar knotted stomach. The black cloud was so real, its gloomy pressure tangible, that apathy encased me like a barrier of thorns.
I'd almost forgotten what it was like. An old enemy that once held sway over my life, shredding it to miserable little pieces. I am so glad I'm not in that place any more.
Tuesday's decline was temporary; by late evening it had passed. But its memory and the reminder of how I used to be frightened me. I don't want to go there again.
I need to bounce that's what it is! The weather - and my poorliness - has stopped me getting out there and bouncing; I must bounce. I need to bounce! Let there be bouncing. (And maybe chocolate.)