Know thyself

Well, kudos to me, because I can feel a depressive bout coming on. It's true what they say when they remind patients like me that alcohol is a depressant. One minute I'm happily relishing a cold beer on a sunny day, the next minute the alcohol has taken effect, reduced the efficacy of my mind-altering prescription, and I suddenly feel like crying again.

I guess this is what PMT must be like.

I really hope my social plans come together this evening. I don't want to be alone, to end up consuming as much beer as there is in the house until I'm at the point of falling over.

At least I can tell it's about to happen so I at least have the slim window of opportunity to do something about it. That's actually a step forward. I even know that I'm abnormally sensitive and affective at the moment, thanks to my invisible woman escapades, but I will actually have to do something if I'm to avoid going over the edge.

Fingers crossed...