The Boy and The Coconut Tree

In the middle of last week I had a wobble and I posted something titled ' Peering over the cliff's edge '  I wouldn't call it a meltdown but if I was a nuclear reactor, people would have been evacuated. A few people contacted me and messaged me as soon as I posted it, and that was nice but I certainly don't want people to worry. It was more a little insight, proof that I understand myself and what is going on in my head and right now I am standing much closer to the carousel than the cliff. People assume I am always happy, friends expect me to be the centre of the fun and energy, those are my friends who have known me since university when I DID have lots of energy and was very happy.  25 years can do a lot to a person. Life, real life hacks away at the energy and happiness, it is the same as erosion, the rain and wind and heat and cold eventually turn mountains to sand, life can erode our souls.  I recovered from my meltdown in two ways: Firstly I went to the gym,

Part 1: It can happen to anyone, one minute we are riding the carousel, laughing, our faces sticky with candy floss and the next minute the sky has darkened and we are peering over the cliff's edge. The seaside can be fun and dangerous. This is not my story, it may not be anyone's story but it is a story all the same. The sound of the carousel has faded into the background and now all I can hear is the sea as it washes the pebbles on the beach below me. I am now peering over the cliff's edge into the abyss and the sirens are calling me. I snap out of it of course, I usually do, but not everyone does. Remember that. Not everyone's day at the seaside is all candy floss and carousels.