I've not been at all well physically today. Neither mentally. Three Fucking Years here to the day. I'm absolutely trapped and all I want to do is move away. I hate it. All my things in the wrong home. If I could still drive I'd have just got into my car and gone. I've lived in Eighteen different places, three of which were completely isolated which ( Read more... )

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My depression is the hardest it's been many years. Today my carer was introducing me to a new one. He said we all like this lady, she's always happy, always smiling so makes us smile, she's lovely. Yesterday I was startled as my chiropodist said how pretty I looked (no-one other than my mother has said that to me for years ( Read more... )

It's funny how the totally unexpected chance to be the official 'mum' to the Chickens lifted my depression.Now down to the last sad solitary chicken Sandi, on Thursday she went missing, wasn't here for brekkie & I'd searched the garden & edge of the wood twice. Nothing. Later unpacking the shopping with the agency boss who'd brought it back I heard ( Read more... )