Happy ending?
No, not the kind of happy ending reserved for the end of a massage on the attercliffe Road, this is the type of happy ending reserved for those that see happiness as something nearly as rare as a Norwich City away win. It’s been a while since I blogged last, and that’s because I’ve almost been living a normal life. To me, the occasional black day is normal, and as much as it infuriates Mrs G, it’s part of who I am now. However, since writing last, 2 things have bugged me. One was a suggestion from my brother in law, and mental health nurse, that I may be suffering from borderline personality disorder. Are you sitting comfortably? Then I’ll try and explain what that is. It may be an easy joke to make about me having 2 personalities, and I admit I play up to that, it’s simply not true. It means that 1 minute I can be happy enough in myself, then the next I can try and destroy that positivity and those relationships that bring me something new to deal with. It’s a pain in short, but goes...