cope
verb [ I ] US
to deal with problems or difficulties, esp. with a degree of success:
Inside homes, many residents coped with broken glass and collapsed walls and chimneys.
Victims cope with feelings of anxiety, pain, anger, and fear.
(Definition of “cope” from the Cambridge Academic Content Dictionary © Cambridge University Press)
Category: Depression
Relentlessly Relentless….
Who cares for the carers? There are many days where I feel like waving the white flag of surrender. I give up. Stick a fork in me, I’m done. Substitute your own personal favourite motto for when the 💩💩 just keeps on coming and you really don’t want to face it anymore. As a rule, I am… Continue reading Relentlessly Relentless….
A picture paints a 1000 words?
Do you see what I see?….Hmnnn what would that be?
The monkey on my back…
thinking and feeling….
Somewhere over the rainbow… 🌈🌈❣️
an ode from the other side
(Wo)Man’s best friend ❣️
This is a post I didn’t think I’d write for many years to come. One I shouldn’t even be thinking of composing. It’s not right. It’s not fair but here it is. I am also acutely aware that this ramble may be perceived as very self-indulgent. Far too many of my good friends have lost… Continue reading (Wo)Man’s best friend ❣️
How do you sleep at night… part 2 😡😡
A follow up to part 1…
Comfortably numb…
Life, at the risk of sounding self indulgent and more than a little self pitying can best be described in the title above. At least for the time being and that’s ok with me. Comfortably numb sits comfortably. I have loved this amazing song for many years but, you will forgive me if I defer… Continue reading Comfortably numb…
Tick Tock
The clock relentlessly ticks & chimes. It is insistent but dull; a constant in the background, a drone of bees. When I wake there are moments where I cannot recall what or why but the fog lifts and I am jabbed, sharply. Ouch. Why is time so tritely passing in the blink of an eye yet… Continue reading Tick Tock
Smoke & Mirrors…
Busy. Keeping busy. Every waking moment. Planning, doing, moving and shaking; albeit not in the term of “big business” more anxiety and jangling nerves that leave my hands jittering and spilling drinks, dropping bottles (gaviscon off the garage floor anyone?!) and generally causing me frustration and embarrassment. My mind is never still, nor am I… Continue reading Smoke & Mirrors…
Definitely Not The Walton's.... 