My sincere apologies

I am sorry for the complete removal of all my videos from youtube and for the complete deletion of the website.

My reasons are simple, I suffer from depression and SAD – Seasonal affective disorder. I have done for 20 years now, and while I do take anti-depressants (mirtazapine) it seems my dosage wasn’t high enough (it was 30mg now it’s maxxed out at 45mg. The dosage was increased and I’m balanced out again.

Suffering from depression can be bad and challenging enough, but couple that with SAD over the winter months and I get clinically and dangerously depressed.

All I can do is apologise for anyone who followed the blog and my videos, I was in really bad shape at the time. I had planned to publish a blog post entitled depression and suicide, but even I found it too bleak and even a little daunting, so I held off. Maybe I should have posted it…?

Anyway, I’ve restored the blog back to it’s rightful place, I can not do the same for the videos’, so I’ll just have to make new ones eventually.

Sorry again,

Darron

About The Bionic Cyclist

I am a keen technophile and have been since I was a kid. I was amazed when one of my friends invented the wheel, and I've been nuts about technology ever since.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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