Dreary...

I’ve been feeling very friendless lately but also am tangling with what friendship involves. I feel I have so little to say or give at the moment. As we know friendship is a two way street. And from my side of the road who wants to be drawn into the detail of sleeplessness, the minutia of parenting worries or my major quandaries, like how the heck to get a job and life back? But mum summed it up so beautifully.. ‘You can’t be a friend when prone to being dreary and overly deep!’ Damn it...thanks mum, that’s me in a nutshell!

I need to think again and quick in the Hope I can draw old friends back by finding a new cheery and light hearted me.

Notes on future posts:
How New words and definitions have helped e.g:
Sociopath
Attachment injuries
Triggers
Boundaries
Transitions 
Emotional regulation
And other such light hearted topics

It’s just a phase...
And lastly The joy of citalopram if you can get through the severe sickness phase 

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