Depression is a liar. It is good to remember
Last Thursday, 29th May, was a bit of an odd ‘anniversary’ for me. Two years ago that day was one of mixed blessings and feelings – it marked the funeral of my much beloved Grandmother-in-law, Ruth and then the afternoon promised an unrelated celebratory Afternoon Tea. At The Ritz. With a celebrity.
Now let me start by stating the perhaps obvious: did I actually up and leave the Wake of a very special lady who I loved dearly to swan off and oh-so-politeley stuff my cake hole with dainty fare? Well, yes I did – and I’m sure to this day it is still a source of upset for my greater family. It is certainly still tinged with guilt on my part, but please let me try to explain why I…
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