I finally did something I’ve wanted to do for many years, yesterday. It took a lot of courage and an immense amount of willpower (I say this, not as a boast, but to emphasise the crippling anxiety and lethargy that are symptoms of clinical depression).
Every year at this time for, at least, the past ten years, I have been saying on Facebook that I intended to join the weekly folk choir course at the Sage Concert Hall in Newcastle; every year you have encouraged me to do so, even to the point of offering to pay for it for me; every year I have chickened out at the last minute. However, this year I did not chicken out, although I put off committing to it until the day before registration, and yesterday evening I went, all on my own, to the first session.
It was, as they say, satisfactory. It was great to sing with other people again, something I haven’t done since I was pushed out of the Church of England priesthood for suffering from depression and anxiety over nine years ago now.