I’ve taken a few knocks in the past couple of weeks. They have pushed me back into depression and vivid thoughts of suicide. I never seem to have any middle ground – bad thing happens, oh dear, shed a tear, but soldier on. No… with me its all or nothing, no inbetween – bad thing happens, cry me a river and straight to suicide desires.
I have to get up in the morning. I have to get dressed. Mop myself up a little ‘cos I didn’t bath. I have to go in to work. I have to earn a living and pay bills. I have to entertain people’s request and demands and live up to expectations. I have to keep carrying on.
If you’re lost and alone
Or you’re sinking like a stone.
Carry on – Fun: Carry On