Today is the third Monday of January, which apparently is the gloomiest day of the year according to some mental health organisations. Granted January is not a particularly cheerful month coming after the highs for many of the festive season but the third Monday has never been the nadir of my mental health problems and probably not for many others.
My brain doesn’t go into free fall on this day it’s 26th and 28th of this month that destroy me. Those dates mark hideous low points in my existence and always will until the universe comes to its senses and allows all the good people to triumph over a vile parasitical bastard and the harm that he’s caused to so many lives.
When the days are bad I look at the words tattooed onto my shoulder “To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield”.