I Want My Best Friend Back

This has been hiding in my drafts folder for a while but thought I’d share it today

Forget being a wife and a mother, forget all the other shit that is going on.

I just want my back best friend back, the person I have been able to share everything with over the years, all my thoughts, feelings and fears. To laugh and cry with you again. To be able to open up again and tell you how great things are in my world right now despite part of me being missing. I want you to see how feel I am doing because of the friendship we had above all else.

To be able to pick up the phone and call you, speak to you without being scared that the call will be rejected and any voice mail message ignored and no call back. Or to drop you a text and not expect it to be unanswered.

For you to see the sparkle back in my eyes and see how much I am enjoying life again, that smile of mine you used to love so much being a prominent feature on my face not like the long lost relative it became.

You can’t see how strong I am again, but I can tell you are lost and struggling and I want to help you smile again, to take away the pain and help you find yourself in the ways you helped me find Garry again.

Best friends always there for each other, and when you are ready to reach out you know I will be there for you.


Crashing Down to Earth

I wanted to share a review of The Diary of The Depressed Moose that was posted on amazon.co.uk yesterday.

It was the 6th review I had received but the first that was not a 5 star review, in fact it was a 2 star review that ripped the book to pieces

Book Review


Fair enough I hear you say, people are entitled to their opinion, especially when they have paid for your book. I can accept bad reviews when warranted.

BUT, and this is where it gets interesting and personal.

The person who left that review is Sheryl’s bets friend! Someone who I do not like and who does not like me.

Sheryl told her about the book, she did not find it on a random search! and for her to post a review like this is an attack on me because of our dislike for each other!

Yet, I do nothing to her never speak to her, never discourage Sheryl from seeing her and certainly would not waste my breath on something like this which could have an adverse affect on sales of my book.

The problem is that because of this spiteful act my confidence, and happy mood, has been shot to pieces! All the negative thoughts I had been working hard to block out came tumbling out again last night and seeing as she herself suffers depression I believe she knew exactly what would happen when I saw this review.

And so I am back to square one because of a “friend”.

Sheryl is not impress to say the least…