Um, just. I guess this'll show e how many of you have removed me from flists in fits of disgust or "who was she, again?".
Life Sucks. My depression as been accelerating onwards & upwards since early 2013, and then Mum died relatively suddenly on November 29th. What everyone had thought was virus-induced labyrinthitis turned out to be metastases in her brain & spinal fluid, and she deteriorated rapidly after going into hospital.
I'm currently signed off work (for 2 weeks, though the thought of returning makes me go cold as that's another Huge Area of Misery) so Im focussing on the 2 things that make getting up in the morning worthwhile; archery (though I'm in a slump due to Mum-related not shooting for 2 months, and Being Coached, which always makes things worse before they get better), and the OU maths degree (in which I remain convinced that their 1st year courses are written for idiots; I'm good at maths, but not 90%-on-a-bad-day good).
So, there's me. Words are hard atm (which probably explains wy sums and arrows are my friends).