Juls, it´s necessary for me to travel. I didn´t leave Paris for a whole year when I had my last depressive episode, and this is like a medicine, breath of fresh air and to remind me this is my nature. I grew up travelling all over Spain with my family who were artists and lived with other artists. The surest sign of depression is that I cannot travel, but now I´m really into it again. A good sign, although it does get me anxious.. But that´s my last trip of the summer, then back to work.
Yes, my older niece is forever saying "I don´t know", but I like it even worse when she feigns indifference over everything else but boys! But tolerance will be my guide this week.
