“You will certainly go mad in that house alone, my dear. You will see visions. We have all got to exert ourselves a little to keep sane, and call things by the same names as other people call them by. To be sure, for younger sons and women who have no money, it is a sort of provision to go mad: they are taken care of then. But you must not run into that.”
The indefatigable Mrs Cadwallader in Middlemarch. I love the fact that for her sanity is obviously something you have to work at, and seems to boil down to having the right vocabulary! As if insanity was a matter of having an unfortunate dialect.
Recovery has not been as easy as I imagined, and has not always gone in the right direction. I have discovered once again that patience is not so much a virtue as a necessary life skill. Good books help: I am glad I saved Middlemarch to my middle age, when I needed something to get me through these interminable afternoons (and when I was old enough to understand it).
However things are improving and I am looking forward to getting back to normal.