Hello there poppets! / L Plate Mama

I think I'm quite a cheerful person. I can see the good in people, and I can bounce back from things. I am able to take great joy from small things, and have been known to do a little dance of happiness when going to eat laksa! Normally.  Over the last year, my normal changed. While I've always had depression, it came in waves. Last year, along with much of the world, the pandemic did no favours for my mental health. There were no waves, I was sinking below the surface.  It was like walking through treacle, in a world stripped of colour. Everything was an effort. And then it was as if I'd had ten espressos, there was a steam train in my chest with my brain screaming that something terrible was imminent.  For a month or so I would sit on the couch at the end of day, and my hands would shake and I couldn't stop it.  I cried. A lot. And nothing that I used to do when I was low worked.  I walked.  I talked.  I saw my psychologist. I went to bed really...