Maybe I should eat more...

It turns out, I think, that my angst and existential nightmare was naught but hunger. Having eaten like a starved horse for most of today, I have found myself feeling much brighter, clearer and happier, and less confused, distraught and unsettled. Sometimes our mental traumas can be rectified by a physical act and in my case, today, chomping lots of carbohydrates seems to have done the trick.
As a result, I have found myself ticking an extraordinary number of items off my 'To-Do' list this afternoon. Suddenly the rest of the week seems a manageable collection of small tasks rather than an insurmountable mountain of painful necessities. I can settle down for the night confident that I may sleep soundly, and not be fearful of becoming overtired and overwrought and making mistakes as a result. I can enjoy my slumber knowing that it is deserved and that, even if I struggle to drift, I will be able to survive the morrow with sufficient energy and ability. I may even have some cheese and biscuits before bed, to stave off any overnight pangs of wanting like what I had last night.
Food, suddenly, seems to be key.

RC 15-5-24
2145 BST