Once Upon a Time...

...there was a man.

For the longest time, he was the most important man in my life.  I adored him.  I worshiped him.  And I would have moved heaven and earth to make him happy.

Mum

My mum, circa 1952

Inside Out

Outside lives a girl with a smile that will brighten up the room,
Yet inside hides a girl with a frown full of despair.

Why?

Hate

Deep

*Warning:  The contents of this blog may not be for everyone.  It is by far the most real post I have ever written.  It is not my intention to cause alarm or upset anybody.  My only intention is to share my story in the hope that it will help others in a similar position.*

My Little Black Rain Cloud

The best way I can think of to describe depression is that it's kind of like a fluffy cloud that surrounds your entire being.  No one can see it or feel it, but it's always there.  Sometimes it's as thick as molasses and no one can reach through it.  Other times it's like a thin mist and even you forget it's there.  But it is there, just on the edge of your peripheral vision, waiting to make its presence know when you least expect it.  A bit like Jaws.