the silver linings pixlet: something to smile about;

About 48 hours into my second horrendous cold of the year, my mental health went into a death spiral.

It was Friday, the second of two days I had to take off last week – not so much because of the cold itself, although staring at a computer screen all day wouldn’t have been pleasant, but because I felt so dreadful I could barely sleep. The day before, I had managed to hallucinate an entire conversation with my boss in the hour and a half between getting up and realising work was out of the question and the office opening so I could let them know. That day, I woke up on my own sofa in the middle of the afternoon with the sunlight streaming in and no idea where I was.

Coffee, cake and a book at Cottonrake Bakery, Glasgow

On Friday morning, I was due to visit the practice nurse for an asthma check. An asthma check! I haven’t had asthma since high school, but apparently sometimes having trouble breathing when I am at the gym does not follow on from winter colds that sometimes go into my chest and cause me to wheeze and require closer scrutiny. Like, daily peak flow measurements I haven’t had to do since I was eight years old scrutiny. And while I was there, I Did A Stupid.

Context: I have felt, in recent weeks, as though my body has changed, but I couldn’t tell you exactly why or how. I feel a little more in proportion, and a little healthier, but it’s not like I could see it in my clothes or anything. So I asked, just while I was there, if I could step on the scales.

I shouldn’t have done that.

And the nurse – the same nurse who, back in November, had raised her eyes at the numbers to the point that I found myself awkwardly blurting out stuff about killing it at the gym twice a week, and making healthier choices – said all the right things, about how muscle weighs more than fat and if I wanted them to help me, I would. The NHS offers Weight Watchers now, she said, although I am not big enough to qualify and perhaps she could give me this book, it’s quite good. And I explained I had experienced triggered eating in the past, and she was good about that too.

And I know it’s all bullshit, but I went home and I cried.

I cried because I put too much lemon in my hot lemon and honey.
I cried because a whole bunch of bloggers I follow got invited to participate in a campaign that I, objectively, would have been a really good fit for, but I didn’t hear anything about it.
I cried because a friend retweeted a joke by somebody I barely knew once, and when I went in to read it I discovered that I had been blocked.
I cried because the ginseng-infused face mask I had put on to deal with my cold-related dry skin dribbled all over my bullet journal and made a mess of the pages.
I cried because, when I talked myself out of crying about all the stupid things, there was nothing left but that stomach-clenching nothingness I thought my brain had dropped in favour of anxiety. It feels like a tiny black hole in your chest, and when it hits there is nothing you can do but take a couple of painkillers and go to sleep and hope to whatever god is out there that it has passed by the morning.

On my best days, I get to forget that I am depressed. Sometimes it’s because I have made so many plans, or I’m so busy at work, that I don’t have time to remember that I’m carrying my miniature black hole around with me. Sometimes I have to distract myself: with good tunes, good lipstick, an accessory that I love and can distract myself with when I look in the mirror. But what’s clear to me now is that the forgetting, or the distracting, burns a lot of energy. And when I don’t have that energy to spare – when I’m sick, for example – there’s no getting away from the weight in my chest.

In a way, I’m glad of the reminder. It’s easy to forget, when you don’t have many projects on the go and you’re wondering what your purpose on earth is, that sometimes you are doing a pretty stand-up job just by existing.

Veronica Dearly You Are Doing Really Well card - the silver linings pixlet

I’m writing this on Sunday. It’s Jehane’s birthday, and she has all sorts of exciting things planned for us this afternoon: an escape room, ramen, a French language film at the Glasgow Film Festival. I’ve eaten the last of the pile of the blood oranges I got for a pound, and I haven’t sneezed all morning. I don’t know why I’m getting sick more often than usual at the moment, when I’ve invested so much into living better. But before it strikes again, I’m making as many fun plans for this week as I can:

  • on Tuesday I’ll be at the premiere of Niall McCann’s documentary about Scottish music in the 90s, Lost in France, which will be followed by a gig featuring the protagonists (Nicola Meighan wrote a fab preview of it for Saturday’s Herald);
  • on Wednesday I have boot camp for the first time in a week and a half, and I’m actually – whisper it – looking forward to it;
  • street food wizards Chompsky begin their new residency at Broadcast on Sauchiehall St on Thursday, and while I’ve had to turn them down (I need to see my mum at some point this week!) you can pop along and enjoy a Korean fried chicken and a side on my behalf;
  • on Friday I’m torn between a screening of Lipstick Under my Burkha at the film festival and the Campfires in Winter album launch at the Old Hairdressers;
  • and on Saturday I have a tattoo appointment, before I head through to Edinburgh to catch up with friends and attend at least some of the Song, By Toad Granfalloon at Summerhall. I was at Meursault’s farewell show, so it seems only right I make the album launch…

Tell me something wonderful you have planned this week, friends?



  1. Fuchsia
    February 20, 2017 / 7:55 pm

    Aside from being my favourite space-age princess, I’ve just come to tell you that I wish you didn’t have to write about mental health, but since you do, you do so in such a lucid and smart way that you always make me feel reassured that even if I’m sniffling on a train somewhere in Sweden a bit, I’m not alone. You’re a star and a wonderful person to be friends with.

    • February 21, 2017 / 3:11 pm

      Right back atcha, lady. London is stupid and stupidly far away x

  2. rachelle renée
    February 20, 2017 / 9:08 pm

    sigh. Depression: I never know where to begin or end with this, especially after my last 2.5ish years of varying levels of it. Seeking medical assistance was actually my worst decision. My mind and body did not handle it well.

    On Friday I am staying in and treating myself to zucchini nachos and Netflix and face masks and nail painting and God knows what else! I’d totally go see Lipstick Under my Burkha.

    • February 21, 2017 / 3:08 pm

      I’ve opted for the gig over the film, will just need to wait for it to show up on Netflix!

      Depression = The Worst, sigh. At least when I’m anxious I still get to be productive. x

  3. Julie Hamilton
    February 21, 2017 / 12:28 pm

    When this new baby ???? is born I am going on a major health kick. I didn’t manage to lose all my first pregnancy weight so I will have a double load to shift lol. We can support each other if you like? ????

    • February 21, 2017 / 3:05 pm

      It’s so frustrating, it makes me wonder why I bother going to the gym when I can just sit at home and eat cake. Apart from the fact I am weirdly starting to enjoy it..! x

  4. damelola
    February 21, 2017 / 2:42 pm

    I love you. The bastard never quite goes away, but few people have dealt with it with as much grace and awesomeness as you. <3

    • February 21, 2017 / 3:02 pm

      Best bezzer. I do hope to grab you for at least a hug on Saturday. x

  5. trona
    February 21, 2017 / 3:47 pm

    oh sweetheart, you don’t deserve to feel this way (not that anyone does, well maybe …;D)

    oh and I very rarely get invited to anything, I’m beginning to think I’m blacklisted! I often wonder how some people get picked, but that’s a rant for another day.

    I haven’t got anything huge planned this week, my husband is going to be on holiday from work and my Garnier ad went live yesterday <3 xxx

    • February 21, 2017 / 4:48 pm

      AAAAAAAAAAH I HAVEN’T SEEN IT YET. Going to sort that right now! xx

  6. February 22, 2017 / 6:18 pm

    “Tell me something wonderful you have planned this week, friends?”

    A walk (ok then, a hobble) in the park with my favourite human on Sunday 🙂 ?

  7. February 27, 2017 / 8:53 pm

    A bit late to this post. I know that black hole, it why in London at the weekend I slept for 12 hours in the spare room at my brother’s house. It is why I cried for the first time in weeks THIS MORNING. But it gets better. You know that. I know that, and that is why you are stuck with me for the foreseeable.

    • March 2, 2017 / 12:52 pm

      You make it sound like that’s a bad thing xx

  8. March 2, 2017 / 1:28 pm

    “On my best days, I get to forget that I am depressed.” – This is so very true and I know this feeling all too well. I’ll be flying high for days, even weeks, and then something will happen and it will remind me that it’s still kicking about. I’m currently lying on my sofa, getting over what seems to be my first ever encounter with food poisoning, reading blogs to keep myself afloat! I’m just planning to look after myself this week – I hope your week is going well so far! 🙂 xx

    • March 2, 2017 / 2:40 pm

      It is. And that definitely sounds like a good plan for you this week. I hope you feel better soon! xx