A Dose of Cath

When I saw Meghan and Prince Harry's decision to leave their roles as senior royals, I completely understood. I saw how the media has been treating her. They were vicious and vindictive for absolutely no valid reason. I empathized with her. A few years ago, I wouldn't have understood. But last year, I had the biggest revelation of my life when my entire life was torn, picked apart and scrutinized by the general public, leaving me standing there bare as if I was stark naked for millions of people to see.

This particular post is not going to be cheerful. The words to this came to mind as I was cocooned deep in my blanket, trying to squeeze my eyes shut, but flashes still running through my mind. My head was a turmoil of emotions, most of which were not very pleasant. If you are sad or are experiencing depression, this post will probably trigger you. But that's life; it's not all sunshine and rainbow. At one point in life, most of us would say, "My life sucks." I have been there, even got the full membership, though I only visit from time to time.