falconshonour
Interesting word for my first one. A couple of weeks ago I was - sinking, without floundering, without trying to swim. For the first time in my life, I took time off work for depression - not long, just a day, but time off, nevertheless. Crushed me. Being off was worse than battling through. I went back. I got on with it. I tried. It wasn't good, or easy, but I struggled through. I've got a wedding to organise and a promotion to chase. I don't have time to sink today.
Thing was, he had it made. Everything from a new car every year to as many nightclasses as he wanted to take, and it was enough, it really was... except that London was home now, and the countryside just seemed so boring.