I got my prescription filled and returned home. To an empty house. I was suddenly aware of how alone in life I really was. I spent the majority of my time within the boundaries of my property. My few other friends had regular jobs which got them out of the house and mixing with people. They had partners and some even had a child or two. I didn’t even have a pet. At least, I didn’t have one anymore. My beloved terrier, Mixie, had passed away a year earlier.
More tears. They were almost as familiar to me now as my own face in the mirror. I walked down the hallway to the bathroom snivelling and sniffing, hot tears tracing silvery lines down my cheeks. Accompanying them were feelings of desolation, despair, and utter misery which had all appeared, as usual, from out of nowhere, and for no apparent reason. One minute I was at the doctor’s, being pro-active about my condition, the next I felt as though the world was ending.