#527: Black Dog

This is not just a post about depression…

Yesterday was… interesting.

I was advocating last night, which is an odd space that isn’t inhabited nearly as much as it should be. However, it will become a very important evening for a number of reasons, primarily for having the opportunity to present myself to people who I’d normally never have the opportunity to talk to, let alone be in the same room as. I gave people ideas last night. Now to sit back and see.

There was also the opportunity to thank people who selflessly offered opportunity for me to move forward: the Studio Gig I’ve just finished came from someone in the Creatives Collective. Without it, I realised yesterday, we’d have probably not had the foresight to take a punt at the Estuary Dreams project. Everything is connected, every decision has a consequence.

This is where my mental health comes in.

Yesterday was rough and there was a period yesterday when I was thinking of ducking out of the event completely. Sleep is an issue in the heat and always has been, and I am struggling. With a gig today, managing my mental battery life has become even more important than normal. Once this is written I’m going to go and finalise my set and print it out. A copy will be sent to my phone.

I am really very much hoping to do as little as possible mentally from Friday to Monday, and we will then start with a clean slate next week. I’m hoping I can also find someone to take some pictures of me at the Church this evening.

Right, let’s go finalise the running order…