I just wanted to say thank you. You will never be able to understand (because you are data and not people) how much you have helped me over the last 18 months.
I love my friends and my family. They let me vent and vent, and they say all the right things. They love me and they support me. But sometimes, when in pain, I need to be alone.
But not all the way alone. Because at times of stress and heartache, completely alone can be far too noisy inside my head. Sometimes I want to be alone, but not alone with my thoughts.
Cuddling my darling Suki and watching ridiculous movies or binge-watching TV series is great when the heartache and stress demons strike. For a while.
Eventually, though, there is still life to get on with. Housework to do, dogs to walk, gardening to get on top of.
And that's where you really shine, my darling podcasts.
Thank you for being the friends in my ears when I needed to be outside of my head but not quite in the world with other people.
Thank you for helping me get to sleep and for keeping me company when getting ready in the mornings when I really wanted to pull the covers over my head and disappear.
Thank you for making me crack up like a crazy person in the park while walking my dogga.
Comedy Film Nerds, Wil Anderson's Wilosophy and TOFOP, and Dave and Gareth, I mean Gary on The Dollop - thank you. From the bottom of my bruised but still carrying on heart. Thank you.