Coping with not really coping at all

The past two years have been the strangest, most vivid, brilliant, terrible, weird, confusing, clear, easy and most troubled years of my life. Probably. It’s been a trip. And it’s still happening. Things have been far tougher over the last six months since my mother passed away. What I thought was difficult before, was really not difficult at all, and what is happening now, feels like an absolute struggle at times. I’ve lost a couple of really good friends in my life, but this has been the toughest time. I’ve just been keeping on keeping on and hoping that I can make my mum proud going forward. She was such a great inspiration to me. The best. I’m going to keep busy and hopefully try and figure out some kind of sense out of it all. I’m grateful to all who share their kindness and support, it all helps and the laughs are much needed. X