Eight Months since you left
In this post I want to talk about love and the mental health stigma…. Two things that probably don’t naturally go together, but bear with me. I’ve wanted to write this post for a while, but as I’ve found with all my posts so far, I don’t really have a choice about when I can write them. They come from nowhere, mainly when I’m unable to sleep, like now. It’s 525am and I’ve been lay here for an hour wide awake, but totally shattered, because yesterday evening the grief monster tackled me to the floor, once again and we had a little scrap. He won, again. A few weeks, or months, I don’t know any more as time is going so fast, yet so slow at the same time…. I shared on my social media a video that Ben had sent me a couple of years ago. In this video he was the most romantic, loving, thoughtful, amazing man that he was. It was a video he sent my friends and I when I was away, and it was him literally showing how much he loved me with his amazing humour and ridiculously romant