Tears, chocolate and happiness

Photo by Tetiana Bykovets on Unsplash

This week was a right downer. I couldn’t bring myself to read Medium, or make any sense of the loving and uplifting quotes I receive daily on a repurposed kindle, a labour of love from my partner. Not even that. On one particular day, not being able to face people, I worked from home and spent 50 minutes of a one-hour session with my therapist, the indefatigable Benna, crying my eyes out.