Hey brother...
Well first of all, glad to hear in your text that things were going better for you today. So jealous still of you being out in the countryside, irrespective of the sheep poo! But yesterday sounds like it was a bit much - again, it is the memory of the trauma. And what you said about things not sticking, I absolutely know what you mean. You simply do not have time for your brain. It is like a friend trying to talk you out of it, and you just aren't paying attention and are really thinking "you don't understand me, I just want to be alone".
But trying not to change your behaviour is a good way forward. For me, it was "fake it 'til you make it". Still use it now, but a bit difficult during lockdown. But it was like when I was think whether or not to work on the car. Just do it as that is where you want to be. Fake it until I make it. Good advice.
I had a really long sleep last night and woke up really out of sorts. I wasn't quite sure which world I was in. Didn't bother me, but for about 20-30 minutes it was uncomfortable. I then had to take a system back fairly early which I just wanted to get out the way as there was about 30 kilos and the client was on the 5th floor!! I remembered how bad it was getting into my flat, so I just wanted to get it done - what with it being so hot, it wiped me out. I had just got home and made a cuppa with a biscuit and the phone went. The client. "There's a problem - I can't seem to x, y, z...". No. No. Not on a sunday - not after 2 really good, but very tiring days.
But I just wanted it done, so back I went, and an hour later home to cold tea
One of those things, but the positive was that it was a well paid job... and I needed the funds at the moment. I will be covered on this for a while. So my thanks to God for bringing that along right when I needed it.
But I tell you something. When I was moving the stuff into the car, I said a small prayer as I was driving to the client. I asked for any help getting the system up five floors - there was no lift! When I did it in my apartment, it totally wiped me out, but the craziest thing happened, I got to the first floor... ok, keep going... second floor... third floor - still didn't need a rest - not even out of breath a little. I'm not kidding, I felt I could go 10 floors. I just walked right into the block, still holding and "where do you guys need it?".
Power of prayer man...
Mrs Scrat read your reply today as well and she could really connect with it - especially the fragile and irritating part - she is also right on edge. It is comforting for her to know that other people are going through the same as her. It can't be easy seeing me having a couple of bad days and then come out to my old self again. I do all I can... we just keep going.
That said, I think I have overdone it. No surprise though. I started getting a bit of a strange feeling in my throat, like a precursor to a cold or something middle of yesterday, then it went, then it came back, it is pushing my anxiety buttons at the moment because of this virus, but I am quite sure it is me just pushing myself, and exerting my voice on Skype all week. The odds are very slim... but still shows you how fine that line can be - just like my depression last week.
These are really trying times because of the political situation and so forth. We really need to stick together and look after each other. I will write back on PM tomorrow, or later. Need to rest....
Much love brother
God Bless