@Warren Mark There's alot of people out there needing support but find it hard to get it, and that saddens me. I hope more individuals find the help they need.

I hope you all had a good Christmas 🎄 x

Here is a short poem, Why me? I used to say why me, all the traumas I suffered over the years, brought me pain and tears. I found out my traumas gave me severe long term illness called fibromyalgia, muscle stiffness, nerve pain and I said to myself get me off this planet, get me out of here. I have my family to support, no time to cry, off to work I go. When I'm home alone, the muscle aches I move so slow. I take a nap, then it's time to get up. The children and husband have come home, I do their dinner then it's back to work in the evening, I wish I was in a hot place like Rome. My father got ill, and yet I lived so far away and couldn't drive. I would phone him daily hoping he would stay alive. I did my driving lessons, passed my test, first thing I did was visit my dad, I made sure he had plenty of rest. My children are older, wandering freely, my husband and my father are very ill, I say why me. I have found support, I keep smiling, No more feeling sorry for myself. There's always someone worst off than me, some are homeless and out in the cold chilling.

@Kellie Gately That was lovely, thanks for sharing. 👍

My youngest daughter suffer with anxiety, wanted someone with her all the time when she was younger. At age 21 she shocked me, going on buses and trains on her own, so proud of her. She still finds somethings difficult to cope with, she has got better than she was.

Our life is a story, beginning, middle and end our beginning is being born, learning about love through the people that brings us up, learning to walk and do all the things we take for granted. Joining groups and schools, learning to make Friends and making bonds, have fights, fall in love. During our journey, making our own story, we're meeting people for a reason along the way, we learn from them just as they learn from us. We can make our story miserable or we can make it unforgettable with no regrets. When we pass on, our story lives on through the the people we leave behind, they become our story tellers.

So true, when we over think things, we're missing the good things that come out of it. X