I’ve not been doing fine. I tell everyone “I’m fine” but the reality speaks very differently. This year has been possibly the hardest in terms of my emotional and mental wellbeing. I’ve struggled every day. Some days it just felt too much and I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to feel this...
I’ve lost the will to live. Not the will to be alive. I keep breathing in and out and I keep being alive but I’m not living. Not like I used to. I used to try to make the most of days and work trips. I wanted to enjoy every moment as much as I...
I promise I’m trying. I’m trying to rise from the ashes and be better. I promise I am trying to feel better. It’s been a struggle. I’ve hid it well though because nobody seems to realise how much I’m struggling. Hanging on by a thread. Don’t get me wrong: as in my previous post, everyone...
I want to say Thank you. Thank you to all of you. I’ve received so many messages. More than I ever thought I would from people checking in, offering advice or places to escape to for a while. Dog walks, coffee dates, ears to rant to and anything in between! People I don’t know very...
*Disclaimer: Since writing this post, the ghostbusters had obviously done a good job because he called me. He retired from ghosting and we had a long talk over the phone. Some of this post may not ring true to me anymore after talking. I understand more now, but that doesn’t mean I respect his decision...
Well. Here we are. Somewhere I never thought I would be. I agonised with this post. I wrote and rewrote it so many times. Words describing my pain filled this page. I had so many more to say; to share. Then I couldn’t share them all. Will* is a private person. I still love him...