With all the colours in the world, yours had to be blue

What an interesting couple of days.

I had an emotional breakdown in

the heart of the city yesterday.

Central station eat your heart out.

I just reached breaking point & snapped.

I was tearing at the worst time possible.

830-900 in the morning there were thousands

of people rushing to get into their respective work buildings

& then there I was.

I didn't go to work yesterday

& I am not going in today.

I rang my dad before told him I have relapsed.

Told him everything actually.

I didn't hold back once.

It was a mess of crying & sniffing

but I made sense & got everything across.

He's coming over to 'hang out' with me in 2 hours or so.

He was very happy that I didn't bottle it up (even though I did a little)

& he said no matter what happens he's going to support me.

He also said I should speak to Mum. 

I will - but not right now, I hate to disappoint Mum.

I mentioned everything though - like I need a change.

I could lose my job - I want to move somewhere.

That I need myself to be okay.

I even told him some of the thoughts I've been having.

He was pretty worried but all I heard on the phone was love.

Unconditional love - my dad would do anything for me.

In the past - there was an incident.

Quite a shocking one to my rather conservative parents.

I think that situation really opened up their eyes.

Well I'm not 100% there, but I'm certainly on the path.

So to avoid things like that ever happening,

I spoke up.

When I spoke - it was met with support.

That makes me happy.

I think what makes me the most happy is that

Dad said "There is nothing that can't be fixed".

Sure there are some faults to that, like a broken iPod stays broken,

but I am optimistic.

My problems can be on the path to being re-designed with a little help.

It never hurts to ask for a little help.

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