Been having a lot of trouble lately, so bad in fact that I have been intending to go to the doctors to be put on antidepressants. The last couple of weeks have been better. I’ve been getting better. Till it all went wrong again.
Basically my boyfriend’s family have kicked off again and it was a big blow out. So much so that I ended up in the night, on my own in the pouring rain, screaming at my boyfriend on the phone that I can’t take it any more. That was a couple of days ago.
Since then I’ve been kind of okay. Not great, but not bad. Okay.
Today I woke up for work exhausted and feeling down, especially knowing I won’t see my partner for a while as he is at a friend’s house for the night, so I was a bit low. Till I saw little Lincoln.
I work in a creche, and little Lincoln is a 3 year old sweetheart. He ran up to me saying; “Kathryn! I’m going home now, can I give you love?” he held his arms out to me, hugged me, then gave me a kiss on the cheek.
So although I have work later and won’t see my boyfriend, and am feeling stressed out, I know I have made an impact on a little boy’s life. And that is enough to put a smile on my face and render this a good day.