Time to welcome back a state of mind I thought I had done away with before my father died.
I am calling it hyper-sensitivity and fragility. If I hear an angry voice in the street I burst into tears, if I see something even slightly sad in the media I collapse into a puddle of sobbing misery.
It is a very strange state of mind for me. Until last year I had gone over 30 years without shedding a tear and in a strange way was proud of my self-control. I now realise that I was deluding myself and was in fact repressing all sorts of pent up feelings.
The problem is I don't actually know how to deal with myself when I am like this as I can't remember how I coped when I was a teenager.
Listening to: The Prophet by Queen
Reading: Unseen Academicals
Eating: burnt offerings