Scary Stuff

I never thought it would be so heart-breaking to push through the process of gathering Witness Statements from those involved in my long ongoing dispute with "upstairs". My Mum has worked endlessly to get her story right... late into the nights, right through many entire days. And in addition to this, she has even helped me to fine-tune my own... what a complete ANGEL! My sister, too, has found an important story to tell. Many, many people are now involved, buoying me up and willing me to win this battle.

But whilst it has been remarkable to see such unfaltering support, it has also devastated me to realise how this dispute has robbed my loved ones of so much joy and peace of mind for a very long time. They say that you are only ever as happy as your saddest child. I know now that my problems have shredded the lives of my parents. I cannot bear to think about it. It makes me ache heavily.

My sister remarked last night that it has been like watching me battle with a sickness. My "vigour" has quietly diminished. It is hard to say precisely when this happened. It has felt endless, numbingly so. I think this week, however, has seen some dramatic turns in the tide. The momentum is gathering. Deadlines are looming. And it won't be long now before the Truth prevails and I can rediscover the joys of having a home again.

And at that point, I hope you'll all give me a gentle hand with trying to re-socialise myself. My circle only extends to family right now! Yikes! I have a lot of catching up to do. Forgive me and understand my silence.