Right. So obviously I've let the blogging and the tweeting (and the housework and the shaving of ones legs) slip a little (a lot) lately...
I would like to say that I'm too busy with work or Elijah or one of the craft projects I have shoved in a bag/basket/box - but if I did, I'd be telling a big fat lie.
The truth is, I'm not that busy. I'm the usual mum-of-one-working-a-nine-to-five kind of busy. The truth is that when I do get a moment to sit down I sit on my arse and do nothing useful.
The truth is, I've been procrastinating about my life and pretty much everything in it for as long as I remember.
The truth is, I've had a pretty crappy life up until meeting my wife and I think it's finally caught up to me.
The truth is, I've finally admitted that being sad all the time even though I have a beautiful, amazing wife and an extraordinary son, is not ok.
I came off cymbalta (anti-anxiety medication) a few months ago and I've not really been ok since. It's been hard to get up, go to work, wash my hair...
I have anxiety.
I've said it. I feel like an attention seeking, self indulgent prat but I've said it.
I've seen my Dr, I've started seeing a psychologist and I'll get through it.
So. There are reasons I seem to have fallen off the face of the planet. But I'll be fine.
I hope that this post doesn't make me seem like a complete wanker. I hope you all understand, perhaps relate. I hope some of you even stick around ;)