Don't you just hate it when that happens?

This morning I was suddenly enthused, I was full of plans for all sorts of things that have been on hold for a long time, I was bouncing. 

This afternoon an equally sudden bout of feeling like crying came over me. For no reason at all that I can think of. Don't you just hate it when that happens?

This too will pass. I will regather my bounce and bounce - or gallop - again another day. No, not another day. This afternoon.

Husband only told me recently how difficult it had been for him in the early years of our marriage when my depression went unrecognised and untreated. When you're feeling depressed it's hard to see that you're affecting others; you're too down in your own misery.

I am so glad I have medication these days. The pills may stop me from feeling some things I'd quite like to feel but as for the rest of it, those are the bits I definitely don't want to endure.