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On our darkest days, many of us feel alone. We feel as though no-one else understands. As though no-one has ever been through our unique hurt and pain before. As though we have to dig the trench and summit the mountain ourselves. . We forget to stop and smell the roses and soak up the sunshine. We refuse to ask for help. We sit with our tears, feeling so alone and empty…. Read More
I am sitting here in what has morphed into my usual writing spot. It’s a chair that we bought second hand, it has spots of wear that show someone loved it before me. I love each spot of this chair because I like to believe that someone likely sat here passing the hours doing something they love, much like I am doing now. I like to imagine the happiness that someone else… Read More
My Perfect Breakdown 