I suppose most of the time I carry on because I'm stubborn and pig-headed (isn't that an odd word?). When things are pretty bad I tell myself that it will look better tomorrow. At the worst times of all, I ask my husband to hold me or ring my good friend who understands my situation. One time I rang her and couldn't say anything really, I just asked her to talk to me. Which she did, mostly about inconsequential things, but it made me feel linked with the world again. And she did tell me things would be ok, I would be ok, eventually - I wish you knew her, Motown Johnny, somehow when she says this I find myself almost believing her, enough to carry on, anyway.

to all who have posted here.
Bluegrey