15/10/2025
I've been in a personal really bad way over the past three months with many things I won't bore you with, pain, pressures, huge pressures talking with the council, water companies. I've been grumpy, miserable, and internally extremely sad and exhaustingly angry (of course, to everyone else, as always, the happy face, everybody knows) but cracks started to appear and even for me, I wasn't in the best place on earth, I was miserable at home, at clients, people worried about me but that made things worse. Whilst bubbling over one day my brother paid me a visit and after one simple comment (I love him dearly), it all came out and after ranting, shouting and giving him a kicking he didn't need or deserve I felt the world lifted off my shoulders, I'd finally accepted some personal help.
Yep, I'm a bloke. We don't talk, we're terrible at it, we carry all these tiny problems in huge jars until they crack. What's the answer? I don't know, I cracked last week and mentally as strong as an ox (or so I thought). Even I'm proud to tell people it's good to talk but never follow my own advice (I'm a bloke, why would I)
I guess and don't know why my thumb is writing this, it's good to talk, so fellas, ladies, let's get this crap off our chests with one another before you become a cracked jar.
I'll be forever eternally grateful to my brother for his shoulder, his ear and his offer to just take a little bit of pressure off but more so, just for being there as well as those around me whom I love, adore and have tried really hard to try help
This was meant to be a post about how fantastic today had gone but my thumb thought otherwise.
Keep talking people, it's a stressful world or there and none of us can fix everything by ourselves.
Well, that was odd. The thumb must write what the thumb must write.