It had to end some time

I don’t know where to start, so much to catch up on. I’ve been feeling so much better, none of the depression that suddenly enveloped me in the winter months.. until tonight. I have no idea what triggered it but I am trying to occupy my brain by doing things such as writing this blog. If I don’t then I am worried, if left to wreak havoc uncontrollably, it will cause damage. If only I could get to sleep the gremlins might have gone back into hibernation by the morning.

Is this why a large number of the great writers,  poets, and painters have been a little   deranged? While my head is doing an impression of a spin dryer I perversely feel creative and clear of thought.