So. Its not all skipping through the bluebells looking at beautiful architecture or flights of imagination and indulgence. There are times when I cut the tough stuff. Try to put in black and white some of the hurt. Here are four cuts of heartache.
Pretending I am ok when at times I have really struggled.
Feeling lost.
A diagnosis of Parkinson's for my father and
A mother's death at aged five and six days.
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