A Blue Christmas

I love Christmas. I love the tinsel, the tat, the sense of goodwill to all and mostly, I love the pigs in blankets. I’ve always been fortunate enough to be ensconced within the bosom of loved ones at this time of year, always felt the warm fuzzy glow of giving and generally felt a real happiness as I snuggle into my Christmas jumper. This year I feel different. I’ve made no secret of the fact on this ‘ere blog that I struggle with mental illness. That sometimes everything is TOO HARD and I  ...

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