Gosh, the pressure suddenly builds to say something witty and insightful, that might come in time, but in the mean time you might have to wade through the mundane, and at time appalling written.
Today has been a good day, depression wise, I've felt more like me again. If you've ever had depression hopefully you know what I mean, if you haven't, just ignore the next bit. The head fog has cleared, I've over the worst of the prozac side effects. Today was a day for winding down the window and singing along to "The Power of Love" (Back to the future-tastic). I know it won't always be good days, there will be more down days, especially once I'm back at work. In the mean time I've had an amazing few days with my daughter.
I never cease to be amazed by toddler logic and the ability to go from happy to sad and back again in minutes. I wish I could be like that, the emotions are all so genuine. Although we are reaching the point that if mummy says no to an ice cream, then she goes off to ask daddy. It must be lovely to two, if you are hungry you ask for food, if you are tired you go to sleep; if you want to dance you dance, you don't care what anyone thinks. When do we lose that innocence, when do you starting worrying about what anyone else thinks. When do you start feeling guilt about eating chocolate rather than just feeling badly done to that you're not allowed Easter egg for breakfast.
Right time for bed, back in the office tomorrow, and then a night out, like a grown up person rather than a person who watches too much Peppa Pig