Today, it’s been 4 years since I started blogging.
Goodness, that went fast.
So four years ago, I was living in Fulham, with my Uncle Ian and the family Hull.
I was still working at Ealing Council, I was still reeling from Stef’s death and lots of other relationships were coming apart, I wasn’t in a happy place.
I don’t know what prompted me to start blogging, and I’m not really sure why I continue. There are better writers in the world than me, there are more open people who are able, without my reserve (yes really, I’m quite reserved!), to talk about their lives and struggles and successes. However, for better or worse, here I am.
Four years on, things are very different, I live on my own and without being overly dramatic about it, I’m not sure that ‘over’ is ever a place you get to don’t think you after the death of the person you’re in love with, I am through the other side. Stef isn’t the first thing I think about in the morning and when I do think about him, it’s generally happy thoughts instead of the pain that it used to cause. After Stef died, lots of relationships that were important to me died on their feet, because I was mourning and slightly bats, it was too much for people to cope with. I’d spent a couple of years, trying to ignore how I felt and trying to be normal, that was a mistake. Anyway, relationships fell apart, I went into counseling and at some point over the last couple of years, got happy. Even when I was unemployed and depressed.
On a more cheerful note, the last 4 years have seen the arrival of Oli and Tabs
I’ve made new friends
Exercised more and just generally got on with life in all it’s fullness..
Here’s to the next 4 years…