Dear diary …

21st November 2017 

I feel sick to my stomach.  This really happened?  There is no escaping it.

I was beavering away last night until 3am.  So determined was I that I had to share my story in every little detail.

The one thing I am proud of is my response to this.  I could have curled up in a corner and not surface for a year but I didn’t.  Instead, I took the lemons that life had just dished up to me and made lemonade.

My humiliation is complete.  No time to lick my wounds.  If I stop to dwell on what happened I will surely break in two.  Time to undo the damage.


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