It's not a big secret that I am prone to depression and that I have had a couple of spectacularly bad, life-threatening spells. Since the last one, in November, 2012, I've done really well working with my psychiatrist.
One of our strategies has been for me to avoid stressful situations. This sounds so bland, like a nothing piece of advice, but the reality has been some rather ruthless pruning. Last night I skipped a meeting of my book club because the last time I went, I had a bad time. I'm not going to quit the book club just yet, but it felt safer to spend the evening curled up with my coned, post-operative cat, with Lola across the room with our foster kitten.
This stress-avoiding social pruning has been very good for me, and it feels empowering to cut some things out of my life. But on the other hand, in the interests of health, I've contracted my life right down to the bare minimum. At some point I'm going to have to expand it again.
I'll come visit! That will be expansive!
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