The Twelve White Ducks

To everyone who struggles with whatever problems.

Read After Burnout

images-109I wrote my latest post in response to something that I observed last week whilst I was working with my friend laying a floor in a large outdoor hut. It had promised to be a straightforward job, but they very rarely tend to come along. It didn’t help that a very large black dog had come along and parked its stinking self right in the middle of my own self. My mood was black and getting blacker.

I had spent the last year and a half trying to pul myself from slavering jaws of defeat and, had, believed that I was free. But, eh? Wasn’t it me who said that it is when you think that you have made it out that that is the time when you are the most vulnerable. It was that horror-movie cliche coming back to haunt me. The black dog was eating me from within…

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