missingopossum | Jul. 2nd, 2006

Looking back over the last few weeks, I see I have been posting about once a week, if that. I've been more-or-less keeping up with email and other folks' journals (and I've even answered the phone a couple of times. Wooo!) but I seem to have forgotten how to do "sociable" and "people". See, the depression really is back with a vengeance right at the minute and I have responded as I generally do, by withdrawing from both real-world and virtual people. I know that response can do me more harm than good in the long run, but when I feel like this, even a few hours of quiet company with people I like can feel... bruising is the best word, I think.

Whining over. Big Brother (in the shape of the Benefits Agency) has arranged some cognitive behavioural therapy / occupational therapy sessions designed to try and get me back into fit shape for working. With any luck, this'll help a little at least. It kind of goes without saying that I'm not ever going back to call centre-land, and to be honest anything even remotely customer focussed is probably right out as well. Which leaves the big question (to which I am applying a fair amount of research): what do I want to do when I grow up?*

*Which is not to be taken as me saying that I intend to actually grow up at any point. That probably wouldn't be much fun.