I'm feeling
I have no family, I had to walk away from them all, every single one of them. Christmas is coming and I feel utterly immune to the songs in the shops. I go though agony after agony because I don't have a job & can't cover my bills. I'm expecting to face my abuser in court next year. An injustice that's lasted decades. And there'll be no compensation. It is my daily work to hold onto my smashed life & try & find meaning & purpose. Merry Christmas.