Today involved crying at the recycling centre ...

I've been quite a few times to the local recycling centre, doing 6 trips to get rid of about 3 cubic meters of green waste from mum's front garden. I am quite recognisable driving around in Betty


...and everyone at the recycling centre were always impressed at the amount I managed to ram into Betty. 


Anyway, I went back today to get rid of some rubbish and one of the recycling centre guys who I had chatted to a bit when I had been doing multiple trips to off-load green waste was there and helping point people in the right direction...he made a throw away comment that I had lost weight. 

I said: "oh yes, I suppose chronic depression and not eating does that!" 

He then looked at me and said, "I know the feeling". We had a good conversation about grief, depression, losing interest in things, finding positives and obviously I cried.

As I left he told me that he was always there (at the recycling centre!) if I ever need to talk to someone. Which was very sweet.

Anyhoo... today was a day I cried quite a bit. But that's okay.

At least driving around in Betty makes people smile 😊


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