When life becomes too much

My mood has been pretty grim this last week or so, three of the last eight days I've cowered in bed trying to make sense of my head and the world.
After yesterday's triumph on the allotment I crashed badly and today I've been here, in bed. So I read up my allotment books, one a gift from a friend, one a gift from my late grandfather, one an extremely helpful loan. I didn't feel able to get out of bed after that but I felt like I was doing something remotely useful. So I suppose I do feel a little better.

We'll see.