She met me at Citizens Advice, drove us to the food bank, carried all the food to the car and helped us unload it at my house. An altruistic, pure spirited friend with a heart of gold.
A friend I’ve known through blogging for a few years. I took the twins to twins club, who kindly said we could pay in a week or two. We joined friends at a local community group that provides breakfast and drinks for free, as part of a community spirit initiative. So I triggered the emergency electricity supply. I don’t want my children to know the current struggles, as I’ve so far managed to hide them completely and make everything a game. I need to keep normality in our lives, so that my children never know about this week. One whole day, where I could not hold back the tears.Īnd then… I decided I couldn’t ever do that again. What I AM ashamed to admit, is that I spent one whole day crying. We just hit a long run of bad luck which culminated in this week. I’m not ashamed to admit this, because none of this, was our fault. And for one day, there was nobody to help. We only had a few days of food supplies left. School lunches were getting “creative” to say the least. My phones and internet are due to be cut off. The bank took out so much in charges, that I couldn’t borrow from anyone, or the bank would have just swallowed it straight back up. We watched the last 30p on the meter run down. I couldn’t sell anything.
HAPPIEST DAYS OF MY LIFE SONG TV
We had to make a choice between TV or lights in the evenings, to save electricity. I was selling our old clothing to pay for food and bus travel. I was then bullied into leaving the job that I love. This was at the same time as eviction from my home. Then a new relationship, an unexpected pregnancy, and the crushing disappointment, panic and sick feeling, when I realised that man both betrayed me and abused me too. That was followed by the end of my marriage. Which was followed by some deeply personal troubles, which I won’t blog about.
I started last year with severe depression, which was followed by my husband losing his job. Hell… the last YEAR has been very very difficult. The past few weeks have been very very difficult. There are people who would say that I shouldn’t write this post, because it’s so personal, but I’m not ashamed. And that those of us who have been in the gutter or been close to death, can develop a very powerful appreciation of life. I’m a firm believer, that the less you have, the more you appreciate. Happiness depends on how you look at life. How I get through it when the world falls down. People have crapped on me time and time and time again.Īnd I often get asked how I stay so strong. Life has crapped on me time and time and time again. But before I do, I want to talk about perspective. I want to tell you about the happiest time of my life.
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