Wednesday, 11 October 2017

The Post Where I'm Not So Chirpy

So, this post has been brewing for such a long, long time now. It's been written and deleted more times than I care to remember. Why? Because it is an incredibly difficult piece to write and publish. It's about friends and family and, well me and it's probably a bit of a brain dump.

Recently, it's been hard. Really, really hard. Most people don't know that. They don't know I've had a tough time, that I've been really, really unwell or that I've felt so isolated. They don't know because I haven't told them. If I told them how I was feeling, I'm pretty sure they'd rally around and be here for me and perhaps, just perhaps, I am cutting off my nose to spite my face here, but I don't want people to be there for me only in the difficult times. I want to see people when everything is going well. I want to go out, I want share a cuppa. I want to feel like I belong somewhere and I don't feel that way.