I was at a funeral yesterday, a friend who passed in his sleep recently. He was a quiet and private man but he was an alcoholic and in the end it killed him. Whilst I was sat in the crematorium I thought how sad is this, only ten people including the vicar attending, can this really be the sum of a mans life?
It has caused me to reflect on my own life, or more to the point where its at right now. Here I am 48 years old, failed marriage, failed business, failing health, lonely, isolated, homeless and broke. The only upside are my 3 wonderful children without whom I may have given up long ago.
I am without doubt a product of the 70's care system in Jersey, locked away or my own good, labelled as 'a difficult child', subjected to mental and physical abuse, deprived of love and affection and sadly unable to cope with life and relationships.
However, I wont give up, for the one thing I gained whilst in care was my inner spirit and strength. So, like the phoenix I will rise again and as the song says 'THINGS CAN ONLY GET BETTER!'