This will sound a bit corny.
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pouncing on a bird in the rose garden - good effort!
never forget the get-up-and-go that made you do it though, that is what will keep the black dogs at bay...
This will sound a bit corny.
.
This will sound a bit corny.
I had been suffering from severe depression for longer than I care to remember. I had been unemployed for a 'good' year, struggling to get out of bed, struggling to sleep, struggling to exist. I managed to blag myself a job, with a little help from my friends, working for the council in Preston Park.
The structure and fresh air gave me a massive lift. In the space of a year, I went from wanting to throw myself in to the Thames, into a functioning human being with aspirations for the future.
On 7th June (I know the date as that is recorded as a missed call from her to give me her number), I spotted a lady walking past the Bowling Pavilion. I hadn't been without the odd fling and so on, but they were consequential of a night out or a wedding or a party. Nothing particularly meaningful. Difficult to start something up when one dislikes themselves.
By the time I had ummed and ahhed about whether to introduce myself, she had disappeared. So, I chased after her and grabbed her in the Rose Garden (not a euphemism). We got chatting and eventually one thing led to another over the summer. Still hanging in there (I like to think) and it seems that there was a soulmate for me after all.
She is of a certain age (mid 30s) and wants to settle down and have kids, so it is up to me to prove that I have some sort of future and be able to provide for her in the future. Unemployed at the moment, but 2012 is definitely going to be my year. The first year I am actually looking forward to for a long, long time.
It had been a good year if I'm honest. Got really good GCSE's, enjoying life at college at the moment and the first game at the Amex were all highlights. I just need that one girl to come along which is the only gap at the moment!
This will sound a bit corny.
I had been suffering from severe depression for longer than I care to remember. I had been unemployed for a 'good' year, struggling to get out of bed, struggling to sleep, struggling to exist. I managed to blag myself a job, with a little help from my friends, working for the council in Preston Park.
The structure and fresh air gave me a massive lift. In the space of a year, I went from wanting to throw myself in to the Thames, into a functioning human being with aspirations for the future.
On 7th June (I know the date as that is recorded as a missed call from her to give me her number), I spotted a lady walking past the Bowling Pavilion. I hadn't been without the odd fling and so on, but they were consequential of a night out or a wedding or a party. Nothing particularly meaningful. Difficult to start something up when one dislikes themselves.
By the time I had ummed and ahhed about whether to introduce myself, she had disappeared. So, I chased after her and grabbed her in the Rose Garden (not a euphemism). We got chatting and eventually one thing led to another over the summer. Still hanging in there (I like to think) and it seems that there was a soulmate for me after all.
She is of a certain age (mid 30s) and wants to settle down and have kids, so it is up to me to prove that I have some sort of future and be able to provide for her in the future. Unemployed at the moment, but 2012 is definitely going to be my year. The first year I am actually looking forward to for a long, long time.
2011 was pretty bad for me really. Lost my dad last month - although it came as a bit of a relief after about 4 years of him going downhill with Alzheimers, and he was completely out of it all year, it was still very tough. For myself, I have spent the last 6 months doing test after test to be prepared to be put on the transplant waiting list for a new kidney, so am on a huge amount of meds every day, injecting myself (not quite as bad as it sounds, but not fun). So, I now have 2-3 years of this before I get one, and when that comes it will be traumatic - also, the impending dialysis is going to be a nightmare.
Having said all that, I am actually quite content at the mo. Love my job and they have been extrmely flexible to accomodate the above, and I have just got an outstadning appraisal for the year - remarkable given how much time I've had to take off & work from home. Love my house which is approaching some sort of completion. Love my cats.
2011 wasn't good, 2012 may not be much better, but hey-ho onwards and upwards.
Good luck mate, you can't beat a good woman in your life.
This will sound a bit corny.
I had been suffering from severe depression for longer than I care to remember. I had been unemployed for a 'good' year, struggling to get out of bed, struggling to sleep, struggling to exist. I managed to blag myself a job, with a little help from my friends, working for the council in Preston Park.
The structure and fresh air gave me a massive lift. In the space of a year, I went from wanting to throw myself in to the Thames, into a functioning human being with aspirations for the future.
On 7th June (I know the date as that is recorded as a missed call from her to give me her number), I spotted a lady walking past the Bowling Pavilion. I hadn't been without the odd fling and so on, but they were consequential of a night out or a wedding or a party. Nothing particularly meaningful. Difficult to start something up when one dislikes themselves.
By the time I had ummed and ahhed about whether to introduce myself, she had disappeared. So, I chased after her and grabbed her in the Rose Garden (not a euphemism). We got chatting and eventually one thing led to another over the summer. Still hanging in there (I like to think) and it seems that there was a soulmate for me after all.
She is of a certain age (mid 30s) and wants to settle down and have kids, so it is up to me to prove that I have some sort of future and be able to provide for her in the future. Unemployed at the moment, but 2012 is definitely going to be my year. The first year I am actually looking forward to for a long, long time.
This will sound a bit corny.
I had been suffering from severe depression for longer than I care to remember. I had been unemployed for a 'good' year, struggling to get out of bed, struggling to sleep, struggling to exist. I managed to blag myself a job, with a little help from my friends, working for the council in Preston Park.
The structure and fresh air gave me a massive lift. In the space of a year, I went from wanting to throw myself in to the Thames, into a functioning human being with aspirations for the future.
On 7th June (I know the date as that is recorded as a missed call from her to give me her number), I spotted a lady walking past the Bowling Pavilion. I hadn't been without the odd fling and so on, but they were consequential of a night out or a wedding or a party. Nothing particularly meaningful. Difficult to start something up when one dislikes themselves.
By the time I had ummed and ahhed about whether to introduce myself, she had disappeared. So, I chased after her and grabbed her in the Rose Garden (not a euphemism). We got chatting and eventually one thing led to another over the summer. Still hanging in there (I like to think) and it seems that there was a soulmate for me after all.
She is of a certain age (mid 30s) and wants to settle down and have kids, so it is up to me to prove that I have some sort of future and be able to provide for her in the future. Unemployed at the moment, but 2012 is definitely going to be my year. The first year I am actually looking forward to for a long, long time.