This was me, till 4am last night:
"New Year's Day: I cracked. I had the mother and father of all crying jags of self pity. There was sobbing, breathlessness and hair stuck on my face from the floods of saline. It was like a dam bursting: one minute I was fine, then my stoical resources washed away in a nano second. Small animals ran for cover, and I wondered if we were going to need sandbags."
"The plucky Dunkirk spirit has been alive and well and in a bed in Dorset, UK. Having said that: Christopher Nolan will not be making a film of my last weeks anytime soon."
https://thechronicelephant.blogspot.com/2018/01/hippy-pants.html
Yes.


I can't express just how much this helps. Today. Exactly today. From my lonely bed in Manchester, overwhelmingly frustrated, sad, defeated, scared, isolated, envious, angry...
"Sometimes we put all our energies into keeping relentlessly positive, when what we need is to have a 'hang on a minute...' moment, and to admit we feel rubbish."