Whole tranches of time if I'm being honest, when I despair. Whatever I do, whatever the drugs I ingest; whatever the strange stage I am on, my deeper-than-my-feet relationship with being a pissing-alky who looks at this lovely world of ours and takes no joy from it.
However much a fuck-up My senses feels and my brain thinks.
I read what you write here. And take a joy from it.
Thank you for taking the trouble to write.
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'Whatever the strange stage I am on ... ' great line. 'Life is but a poor player who struts his hour upon the stage ... ' etc: or something. Better to be on the stage than under the floorboards?
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Sometimes it is the little things that get us through. Thinking of you. All the best - cliché d sayings but heartfelt.
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Hey Neil !
I've been contributing on here for 4 years -which means that you have too !!!
Hang in there hun - things will turn around for you.
Big hugs
JoAnn x