I have decided that I am no longer afraid. I’m not going to live in fear of things I can’t change. In fact, sod the bad people, I’m going to be happy. I’ve decided I’m going to fight back in a pacifist way. I’ve been being deliberately kind to strangers. Regardless of nationalities, religion or skin colour. If I can help I’m going to try. I’m calling it random acts of kindness. Today’s #RAoK was trying to get a lost dog back to his people. The last few days I’ve seen several (at least 30) A4 home printed flyers stuck everywhere there was space. This family clearly were missing their little Jack Russell. So I was at home minding my own business and the local radio had a traffic report that said their was a dog in a main road nearby.
In October when I got “help” from doctors for suicidal depression I also got more than I bargained for. I got social worker involvement as the referring doctor, then lady I broke down in tears to, suggested I could be a danger to D. I was honest, way too honest. I explained how I thought he was evil, how he was a factor in the depression and breakdown and how I can’t cope with him. She then sneakily asked about Jen, I describe him as my teddy bear. My little friend, the person who hugs me and loves me. A smart mess…. Until I read my support workers report I thought they’d sent in social workers to help me, and the doctor wanted to help, seems was not actually a positive referral. Bugger. Note to self, shut up in front of people who can change things. Anyway so after reading […]