The past month depression has been kicking my arse. It’s been nearly a year off meds and overall it’s been positive but I put myself in a position where I wasn’t taking care of myself properly with work and with a close friend having a tough time. I don’t regret my decision but understand the importance of boundaries and self care a lot more.

I find it a little bittersweet to deal with. It’s never a pleasure but it helps me ascertain what is important to me. My sex drive drops but my desire for affection and laughter increases. It also helps me develop more authentic communication in that I can be more succinct about my needs and capabilities and I have become better at drawing boundaries.

The bar a block over has become a regular haunts, they serve my favourite beer, have a Mexican wrestler/retro theme and it gets busy making it easy to start a conversation. Also close to mine which makes it far more tempting than my belle having to take a taxi...