Thursday, 4 February 2016
I started January discovering I couldn’t afford to move house, and ended the month accidentally falling out with one of the people I love the most. That’s on top of the normal seasonal angst.
I have a note at the bottom of my Christmas card list. It says “You will be depressed on 27th December. Do something nice.” I love Christmas, but when it’s over I start thinking too much, and reading articles like this one.
And then there was January 2016, and the Grim Reaper got the wrong list.