It hasn't been the best of years for me, either, but then it hasn't been my worst. I spent 3 years in Ipswich Hospital with multiple broken bones in the early 70's, and I would consider those among the worst. Or 1981, when Tracey left and I was hit with massive depression and anxiety issues. In some ways that was harder than all the broken bones and being confined to hospital for extended periods.
I did eventually recover from that and move on with my life, with some ups and downs along the way, but at my age I try to refrain from wishing time, of any length, to be over. It doesn't come around again, so I try to make the best of what time I have, being that I don't know how much time I've got.
Yeah, I sometimes struggle with arthritic pain and vertigo, which really can affect the quality of life, but it's better than the alternative.... being that I'm not a firm believer in an afterlife. If there is an afterlife, a heaven if you will, then I'll be pleasantly surprised, and IF there is a hell, I won't be... and if there's neither then I won't know about it anyway.
