After 18 months of fighting the grimness I have just about started to feel ok about life again. So what do I do? Forget to collect my happy pill prescription on Thursday. That's ok because I am now mended and can cope for a few days without pills. It's me that's happy, not the pills. Who needs pills when one had a naturally sunny disposition?
Turns out I do.
Prat.
Idiot.
Serves you bloody right.