Slow burn

I'm thinking clearer today than I have in months. My eyes are sparkling and not clouded. My skin is clear and glowing, my hair vibrant. And I am abso-bloody-lutely exhausted.

I went back to the gym today. Pilates, a 12km crosscountry ride, a 2km jog, a 2km hilly walk home. And I feel like myself. My brain has stopped racing, my thoughts are my own, my emotions aren't just under control but they're soft and sleepy and seductive.

I'm chilling tonight with a loverly vodka and LH has just gone out for our favourite Indian takeaway, and I could not be happier than I am at this instant. Depression is a nasty bitch, but it's good to know that I can chase her away.