Well, nothing to report unfortunately, I still haven't been as there's always something else to do. I'm decorating a bedroom (still got to paint it) and I've had the kitchen done so now I'm thinking of selling the house I only bought 4 months ago. Silly, I know but those roots refuse to grow. I don't belong here. I've had a crap week at work having to be the manager and sort out the office bickering which would be hard for someone who wasn't depressed. No-one at work knows what state my mind is in. I feel like jacking it in and I could but then I really would have to sell the

I had kind of a bad evening yesterday, which means it was kind of a standard evening. I sat in on my own (again) and watched TV. That is all I have in my diary until my birthday at the end of the month: January really is awful. A few months ago I was in therapy, I loved my therapist. Though when my ex stopped paying half of the rent and bills I could no longer afford to see her. She helped me realise a few key things: 1. that my ex had fundamental issues from childhood regarding abandonment from his mother at the age of 6 - it would take a life time of therapy to fix 2. with both of

Okay. I may have stolen the title from a book I found to be rather inspirational: Eat, Pray, Love. But for me it worked. My husband dropped the bomb on me on 29 May 2015 with the 'I love you but I'm not in love with you' I remained strong and didn't shed a tear after 10 years together and 3 years of marriage I could only sit numbly and suggest that he was just going through a phase and we should get marriage counselling. It wasn't until the moment the door shut behind him with his packed bags that the facade crumbled. It was over, I could tell and even though he said that he would have '2