There’s been talk today about the light at the end of the tunnel. That still seems a long way off for me, but maybe I’m at the start of the tunnel, or at least loitering around outside. Quite ironic really as I found myself standing before the image below this morning and just felt compelled to capture it (bemused woman optional)…


Entrance to St Christopher’s Place, Nr Bond Street, London
I published a new blog today for work, it’s been quite well received and while that blog went live I was spending time interviewing subjects for my next 2 blogs. It’s not really the day job, but it’s been acknowledged as being something that I appear to be quite good at so I’m being given a little bit of freedom with it at the moment. But it was good to talk to people.

While the darker thoughts have continued throughout the day I’ve also had a counselling session tonight. I don’t mind admitting that, I need help here and I’m getting it. Tonight’s conversation was about how I’m feeling, how raw those feelings are right now, and the fact that there will be a light at the end of the tunnel. I just don’t know when that will be right now, but maybe I’ve got to actually enter the tunnel first.