whilst sitting in a rather large cafe yesterday i heard two people chatting, it wasnt too difficult because we were the only ones in there. one woman was talking about depression, she read a really good book on it, and the author suggested that, 'until we have learned our lesson, we wont move on'. ok i know that this cant be the case with all things, but it rang true with some of my life lessons.
the snow has come here, not as bad as last feb, but enough to hurt my chest and make me a little poorly, not to poorly though.
oh and one more thing, ive noticed im not so annie anxious when in places, two reasons for this, 1. im so grateful to be out of bed, five months in bed would drive anyone crazy, 2, im sitting down, i really think this p.o.t.s thing had a hold over me way before the main symptoms visited me. instead of jiggling and jangling in a queue wanting to just shoot from the shop, i find myself just sitting, waiting. mmmm.