D FOR DESPAIR

...... or depression or definitley wishing I were somewhere else.

A rubbish day at work, but then along comes a phone call from Hellonwheels which saves me from slitting my wrists. So low was I that even the blip was her idea; goodness knows what you would have got otherwise. Though a smear of dog poo in the snow was an option at one point.

What I did to be blessed with a friend like Hell I will never know. But thank Heaven for that chance meeting those years ago. xx