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The light at the End of the Rainbow
Posted On 01/13/2009 11:46:11 by Philly
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So this is the blog of my Christmas and I'll say this in advance it may be upsetting to some of you, but I have to say that unless I write it some of my personal demons will stay with me.
I had hoped to have a great Christmas with my father and stepmother, I had looked forward to it and planned a great time with them. On the 18 December my stepmother, Linda, walked into the womans refuge here in Wick, at the time I really didn't understand why she had done so.
My relationship with dad had, until that time been good, but after then he became more distant and on the 23 December he issued me with a notice to quit - I have written blogs earlier about this time. I was given temporary accomodation by the council - a motel in Thurso, but for only one night. On Christmas Eve I did my best to chase either the money back to Bristol or the money for a place to stay up here but was unable to.
Close of business came and I found that I was looking forward to Christmas on the streets of Caithness, or at least dossing down in my Shogun. I made my way to one of my favourite places up here and I sat in my truck, all this time I was getting text message after text message from Linda doing her best to find somewhere, anywhere for me to stay.
It has to be said that Christmas Eve 2008 was one of the lowest ever points of my life, and until then I really never understood the word "suicidal" at all, but that is what I was, though I didn't think it at the time. At 7.30 Linda had made a breakthrough, a friend of hers who runs a small farm on the east coast of Caithness had agreed to let me stay there - until after Christmas at least. Linda had to let me in though as the place I had been given was a motorhome belonging to my father. So I finally had a temporary roof over my head, and was at least warm. Christmas day dawned and I also had a Roast turkey dinner as well, another of Lindas friends managed a drop in centre in Thurso, and I was invited to dinner, Linda came with me.
I suppose if there was a moral here it is this;
No matter what the problem, even if it is or appears to be unsurmountable, there is always someone somewhere who can help, even if it's just a kind word or a place to stay all you do is just ask.
Philly
xxxxxx
Tags: Philly Depression Christmas
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