It’s no hard task to see how many will view 2020 as a negative year. Initially I would have whole heartedly agreed. However, several things happened before the end of it that cemented the idea in my mind that it was a year of grabbing onto gratitude. These are my reasons: Despite the fact my mental health showed itself to have the fragility of mouse bones between the jaws of a skilful neighbourhood cat; I’ve come away from the experience feeling supported, cherished and unashamed of owning my brittle mental status. It was not an easy route by any means. But COVID forced me to accept that while I know how to be alone, I’m not exactly a happy camper about this fact. Owning this to dear friends and family has eased a burden I didn’t even realise I was carrying. Particular thanks for helping me through this time go to my homeopath Veronica, my cousin Michelle and my wonderful friends Chantal and Bev. There are also people I must apologise to. I flipped out and blamed them for how I was
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