Last week was pretty horrific for me, and as usual I took into hiding in my books. I am not going to bore you with my tales of woes, but let’s say that it was BAD BAD BAD!
Which begs the questions, why is it that we always imagine the worse? But to be honest, looking into something even more horrific, makes my pain slightly lesser.
When anything bad or upsetting happens to you, how do you cope?