so fast forward from the first few weeks a bit ... back from now ... I remember falling all over the place ... landing in someones lap on the bus ... good job they were weighty like me ... otherwise I would have squished them ...
On another occasion ... a kind stranger checked my leg and escorted me back to my temporary accommodation after I fell over rather badly in the street ...
Living social excluded from life ... from the stigma that still exists towards mental health and being shunned because of the ulcer smell made a difficult situation already horrendous ... much worse ...
... I have heard so much since about this ... I am a naturally empathetic person ... no two situation is the same and it is not an exact science ... nor can the comments be exact either on the matter ... that have since come my way ...
Words will never fully express my appreciation to those who never judged us in my recovery since
Adjusting to being not only outside and re-building my strength after lack of nutrition in the final times with my husband ... but being like a fish out of water out of my environment ... and the struggles of adapting to noise light and people in the outside world and talking machines and electronic advances ... among the timelessness of other elements ....
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