I am a boring, cynical person.
I love cold, dank miserable weather and knitwear.
I don't belong in Britain.
friendly reminder: if someone you care about is struggling, tell them you care about them and their struggling.
There is NO NEED to feel sorry or ashamed about all this.
During my long life, I have discovered that no matter how down or despondent I may feel, sooner or later, I will come up for air and feel better again. It happens. Nature’s way, if you will, of keeping us sane.
Remember we love and respect you for who you are, not for what you do or don’t do.
Remember we are your family, and we are always here for you.
Lastly remember I am very good at laundry. A lot of experience.
No matter how huge your loss, as long as you remain engaged with your life, the best days of your life may still be ahead of you.
Don’t misunderstand me: the pain of your loss will remain with you for the rest of your life. But great joy will be there right beside it.
Deep sorrow and deep joy can exist within you, side by side. At every moment. And it’s not confusing. And it’s not a conflict.
I may be poorly but my thoughts are much more rational than those with malicious intent.