Hey there internet people.
Been a while, have felt the need to withdraw from blogging for a week or two, to clarify what I want this blog to be and what I want to put in it, to be honest I still have little idea, which is why the subtitle of this blog is Random Musings of a Liverpool Loon, random seems to be as good an idea as any.
Life seems no easier than before, but then again, I suppose I do not expect it to be. After a week or more of the great reorganisation regarding my comics and graphic novels, I have started again to enjoy my hobby. Anyone with a collector in their lives know how they can do this grand reorganisation thing, losing themselves in the cataloguing and organising of their treasured items. The argument could be made that I have too many, but comic fandom is often described as a crippling addiction. (copyright Michael Bailey http://viewsfromthelongbox.blogspot.co.uk/)
I’ve found work so hard and demoralising recently, the stresses and pressures getting the best of me several times last week and low moods striking from time to time. It has been hard work just getting through some days, but the other way of seeing it is, I got through them. My wife (the Mighty Rosie) is struggling with her health at the moment, which is affecting her moods as well, my heart breaks because I can’t help her as much as I want to, nor can I find one of the problems in her work (the massive arsehole Mr JW) and express my feelings for how he has treated her with an iron bar. Well I can, but have been asked not to.
I am working hard to put a positive spin on things, not that it’s working all too well. But I keep going, because I can. I have come to the conclusion that since I don’t know what my life looks like without depression, since I have had issues my entire life it seems, I don’t know what ‘well’ looks like, so instead my goal should be to be at a point where I can live me life, solve problems as they arrive and restructure my life to make it more of a positive thing. Today, that’s as easy and as hard as getting through work without screaming obscenities at my line manager.
Today isn’t a good day, it doesn’t have to be.
Saturday morning, my son and I sat cuddled up on the big chair and watched s**t on YouTube.
I keep trying and will re-double my efforts to post more frequently, for me as much as anything else.
Ta ta for now