In case my tortuous posts of late weren't warning enough, it appears that depression is back in force and that my urge to dress is rising. Today I found it difficult to get out of bed on the same level that I was feeling last year and before, had a frustrating day made worse by my own mood and wore my favourite knickers all day under my normal clothes ostensibly because I was out of underwear (they were in an other room).
I'd talk in greater detail but I suspect that depression would colour my words more than I want them to be coloured right now. Also, it's the same gripe as ever: I just want to dress. I'm genuinely beginning to believe that the sole reason for enjoying and coping so well with the first half term of the new job was down to the fact that, on an evening, I was dressing. Now that I'm not I've ended up feeling under pressure again and ditching Nano. I never realised how much I relied on dressing.
Is this GID?