Pilks
Player Valuation: £8m
I've had a bad day today. Last night I felt just a little better for a little while, I went round to a friend's, had a chat and played a board game, and enjoyed it. When I got home about 1am, I put my weekly radio show together as normal, watched some TV with a few beers, and I even started thinking 'Right, tomorrow I must start eating a bit better, go for a walk more and generally try to get it together a bit'. When I woke up, that feeling had gone completely, I still haven't eaten today yet and I'm consumed with despair.
I think what made it even worse was that I had a dream where I was sitting in my 'office' ('man-cave'), and I heard her shout me. I went in, and she was looking at her phone and rambling a bit. I said 'you must have just woken up and you're half asleep', but then I realised that something wasn't right. I said 'wait, but you're not supposed to be here - and yet you are! What's going on??', and I woke up, utterly devastated. I haven't recovered all day, I just spent half of it climbing back into bed hoping to be able to doze off to escape life for another hour or two.
I have a call due with the CAB benefits advisor on Monday morning to sort out what I can claim, but it's so hard to motivate myself. I can barely function with normality, let alone begin climbing, alone, out of a hole. I know she was responsible for that financial disaster, and the agony of not knowing what on earth was in her head haunts me 24/7. I want to talk to her, find out, and forgive her. But I never can.
On Monday night Andy'sManClub have a local meeting, so I think I will go along as it's the last week I will have the car. See what they are all about.
A Facebook friend very kindly set up a GoFundMe page for me, which has got a couple of thousand in now, which shows me I have friends at least, and it will help a lot practically in the short term, but I can't shake the idea that the balance of my mind and emotional state will never return.
I've heard the term 'hell on earth' bandied about a lot. This is the first time I've understood it...
I think what made it even worse was that I had a dream where I was sitting in my 'office' ('man-cave'), and I heard her shout me. I went in, and she was looking at her phone and rambling a bit. I said 'you must have just woken up and you're half asleep', but then I realised that something wasn't right. I said 'wait, but you're not supposed to be here - and yet you are! What's going on??', and I woke up, utterly devastated. I haven't recovered all day, I just spent half of it climbing back into bed hoping to be able to doze off to escape life for another hour or two.
I have a call due with the CAB benefits advisor on Monday morning to sort out what I can claim, but it's so hard to motivate myself. I can barely function with normality, let alone begin climbing, alone, out of a hole. I know she was responsible for that financial disaster, and the agony of not knowing what on earth was in her head haunts me 24/7. I want to talk to her, find out, and forgive her. But I never can.
On Monday night Andy'sManClub have a local meeting, so I think I will go along as it's the last week I will have the car. See what they are all about.
A Facebook friend very kindly set up a GoFundMe page for me, which has got a couple of thousand in now, which shows me I have friends at least, and it will help a lot practically in the short term, but I can't shake the idea that the balance of my mind and emotional state will never return.
I've heard the term 'hell on earth' bandied about a lot. This is the first time I've understood it...