A Rare Form of PTSD.

Do you know what’s really odd? I’ve been in a most uncharacteristically good mood today, but by about six o’clock this evening the pressure of being cheerful was weighing so heavily that I had to cultivate a measure of mild melancholia in order to have a rest.

I think it might have something to do with the fact that I spoke to more people during my three days in hospital than I normally would in about twenty years. I find the memory of it quite unnerving.