Unfortunately this isn't a travel blog post, this is the story of my suicide disease. I'm going to start at the second to last day of our holiday, when I realised that my teeth were starting to hurt a bit.
I haven't actually wanted to sit down and write this blog post, because I have been busy reading. Properly reading. Not squinting at a page, whilst begging my eyes to focus. I am finally off amitriptyline and I can see.
When I wake up in a morning, I feel like I'm about to collapse sometimes, but when I log onto my work computer, I can (for the most part) function like a hard working adult. When I get home from work, I'm in too much pain to move.