If we were having coffee I’d tell you I’m starting over again, brick by tiny brick. This last year has been a difficult one for both of us: we’ve had to weather some extreme storms and it feels like we’re only just now coming out the other side, but not altogether unscathed. In all honesty, I reached breaking point a month ago and it really scared me. I’m not Mr Glass Half Full but I have a base level of optimism that normally sees me through.
I don’t think my family read the blog but this is now common knowledge to immediate family anyway. I’m sharing it because as a society we don’t talk about these things nearly enough. I don’t intend embarrassment or shame, and there really shouldn’t be any. Either way, whoever reads this, please tread softly out of respect for those concerned. We wouldn’t be having coffee this weekend i’m afraid. I’d have to politely decline and promise to reschedule.
If we were having coffee I’d apologise for my sudden absence this past week. You might not have noticed, but I sure did. I haven’t been in the best place mentally for awhile but things came to a head recently. I’m not one to say anything publicly so I just shut down. I didn’t blog - missing the latest Ghibli entry - and pretty much avoided Instagram, Twitter and Facebook. When I did venture online, I saw wonderful updates from friends about the exciting things going on in their lives, but I just didn’t have the emotional energy to reach out to them.