Lost For Words

I finally managed to get some sleep and I didn't resort to sleep medication either. By 10pm last night I could hardly keep my eyes open so I went to bed, laid my head on the pillow and was asleep almost immediately. I woke at just before 7am, made myself some breakfast and went back to bed again and slept some more. I now don't feel so exhausted but I still feel low.

I have been trying to write the next instalment of Tackling the Mental Health Minefield this afternoon. I started to write it 11 days ago and it is still only half finished. I know what I want to say, but I can't find the words. At work I was renowned for my writing ability. I could write clearly, concisely and articulately. Now it is as much as I can do to string two sentences together. I have lost the ability to concentrate; to focus on the thing that needs to be done.

Although I am still trying to complete that post, I felt the need to write something for the blog. It lets people know that I am still alive. I know that you don't know me personally, but the fact that you read what I write and bother to comment shows that you care. That means a lot to me.

I shall try to write some more of the other post this evening. Maybe I will finish it and publish it tonight, but I think that it is more likely that it will be tomorrow. In the meantime you'll just have to make do with this meagre morsel.