Tediously, it seems that with stopping comes the inevitability of crashing. After a brief moment of euphoria last night at realising I was off for a week, I got up on this sunny warm day.and watched my mood crash and now don’t seem to be able to move out the house or into the garden for crying. So, In spite of all my plans (which I tried to make as compassionately as possible) I sit on the stairs in the darkest most hidden part of the house instead. Excellent.