I’ve been sad for so many months now. I’m bored of it but it’s not over yet. There are so many positive things happening in my life, but all I can think about is the end of my mariage. Self-pity-o-rama.
The odd thing is that I seem to have a lot of confidence in myself. I’m a climber, and leading a pitch, when I’m depressed, usually doesn’t work. It’s one stress too many and I fall apart. But I’ve been leading the last two days and it’s fine. Maybe I’m unconscious of the dangers, but I don’t think so. I’m taking measured risks.
I guess that’s what the divorce is about.