Life feels a bit boring and depressing the week
after your birthday. Thank God I have Mathew to lift me from the gloom. His
tiny fingers gripping mine and his gurgling smile when he has wind after a feed
are the best antidepressants on Earth.
I did take it as a bit of a personal attack when my
big day was classified as ‘Blue Monday’. As they tell us every year (because
they are lazy and just keep recycling the same old stories) the third Monday in
January is the worst day of the year for suicides, calls to The Samaritans, and
general low mood. I remember reading a report once that said – overwhelmingly –
the most likely day for someone to kill themselves is always on their birthday.
I was special and lucky this year because the other most likely day for everyone
to top themselves was on MY birthday. So – if you know someone who jumped off a
cliff three days ago, I’m sorry for your loss, but I’m honoured it happened
when it did. And it cheers me to know that, every year on my birthday, you will
be marking the occasion in your own morose way.
Jeez, I’m in a weird mood today.
RC 23-1-20
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