You can’t quite see the door from the lounge room, so this evening I came home from work, opened my front door and stepped inside, hearing a “Hello!” from the Bectrovert that was, let’s say, a little more enthusiastic or even melodic, than the greetings that I usually get.

I rounded the corner into the loungeroom to see my pill popping little friend wearing a dress on a Monday afternoon, all girly and smiley, with eyes a-twinkling and obviously not quite expecting to see me, because she was already mid-stride towards me, hoping to get a snuggle from the other guy who lives here.

Watching her face change as if to say “Oh… it’s just you.” was absolutely priceless.

So, on a serious note, it might be worth keeping track of your moods. And listen to the people close to you – it’s usually hard for me to tell what’s “real” and what’s (probably) “the pill”, so having my mother or husband tell me that I need to stop taking them has been particularly helpful!!