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.