Make like a tree and leave. . .
There are few things in this world that make me cringe, in fact, only three spring to mind. . . One, as you all know, is animatronic toys. Those things should not exist, I'll leave it at that. Another thing is depression, having bipolar means this is one of those things I cannot avoid, however, it is managable and I feel I do this well, I'm not in the cupboard now am I? And the third is change. I don't mean small "Oh that's different" change, I mean huge "My life just collapsed" change. You know what I'm talking about, I'm sure you have had a moment or two like it. This past 2 1/2 years have been wrought with the latter. Don't get me wrong, I am not complaining. If these changes hadn't happened I would not know the amazing people I do. But it does need to be said that not all change is good. With change comes opportunity, this is something I have always believed. When my mum died, I knew I would become a stronger person, and although it made little sense, I felt there was something to be learnt. She hadn't died in vain. She loved me. That would never die. I knew, although this was harder than anything I had faced, I knew I would survive. Then my life changed again. This time I feel lost. There can't be meaning. Surely? And if so where is it? I know where it isn't and that is for sure, it's not at the bottom of my beer bottle. . . or is it?