Levelling out

I’ve been somewhere beyond tired this week. I didn’t get so much sleep up the mountain, particularly on the Friday night, and felt like a weepy sort of mess for much of the conference. Then, these things take a while to fully catch up with you, and by Tuesday morning I was a tragedy. I stopped in at the IGA on the way to work and I’ll Stand by You by the Pretenders came over the speakers and suddenly I got all teary and was on the edge of a meltdown, in the supermarket. I walked a few aisles getting it together before I was ready to face the checkout people. Seriously!

But I think I am “levelling out”, as a friend and I used to say (we’d tell each other to “level out”). My room at home is a total disaster and I have a guitar lesson tonight and haven’t done much practice, around the book index and being away for the weekend, but I feel less like crying in the supermarket. I haven’t been taking fish oil for a few weeks, which I started taking after my sister had heart trouble (but later found out it had nothing to do with it), then kept taking because it’s good for your joints, but it is also known to even out your ‘mental health’ a little. Perhaps I need to get back on the fish oil. Or maybe I should stay off it and return to writing poetry. Or maybe not. I have been following Sylvia Plath on twitter lately: compelling but oh so depressing.