I had a Dramatherapist who I adored. She left the city and the job to go else where. I stalked her all the way to the train station and now I go online to see her pictures. I just look at them and think God I miss you so much. If I could draw I would make a scrap book of the women I miss so that I could refer to it if and when I need it.

I stalked my support worker at a mental health organisation. I ended up being moved onto someone else. It broke my heart.

My counsellor says I grieve when I lose someone. I'm heartbroken. This is so true