Remember that time it was my birthday in March and you sent a tweet about being disappointed, and I replied that it could be worse. That you could be me, shopping in Sainsbury’s at 9.30pm on your birthday buying your own birthday cake because no-one else had bothered. That was disappointment. That was loneliness. That was me trying to survive.
And then you replied with a ‘happy birthday’, or something along those lines. I can’t quite remember, I was too busy being amazed that someone had actually replied. After a little tear I pulled myself together, paid for my cake, drove home, made a cup of tea, ate a slice of cake and went to bed. That was my birthday.
For what was left of my birthday that night I thought about how lonely I was but also that as long someone out there replied to a tweet, I could keep going.
You are not alone. You might feel like the loneliest person in the world sometimes, trying to take each day, one at a time. But you are not alone in that feeling and you’re definitely not alone.
Be strong. One day at a time. Ride that wave that takes over. Fly high. Look up always. Keep smiling. Hug.
This was the aftermath of 10k of mud and dirt and obstacles and challenges. Tough.
Weddings. Such happy occasions. Love and friends and family. I ended up being so emotional.
Today is five years to the day since i left to go trekking in the Himalayas, with new found friends.