A view from the inside of going through the minefield of the British benefit system if you are disabled and the ups and downs of coping with mental illness
Sunday morning. Standing on a ferry, watching Ocracoke disappear into the horizon, knowing I’d have to return to work today. And, I’m not kidding. It breaks my heart every time we leave.
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Hmmm… Not last Sunday, but the one before that.
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Were you missing me? 😉
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Sunday morning. Standing on a ferry, watching Ocracoke disappear into the horizon, knowing I’d have to return to work today. And, I’m not kidding. It breaks my heart every time we leave.
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But soon you will retire and go live there?
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That’s the plan, yes. Not soon enough though. 😃
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the way this year is speeding, it will probably happen sooner than you think
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Good point. 😃
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I make them on rare occassions :-p
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I know the feeling. 😏
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LOL
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About a week ago. I dont cry often.
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I dont tend to cry unless I am really angry
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The last full-on ugly cry I had, I think, was last October when my cat died.
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I think that was the last time for me as well
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