Let me start by saying this: I lost my father to suicide in 2014. We hadn’t spoken in just over a year when he took his life. I realise now that this may have been partly because of the mental illness he tried hiding from everyone.
The panic begins to set in. You've just lost your job and the only means of income you have. You have bills to pay and you can already feel yourself drowning in them. What are you going to do?
You started your diet on Monday, after putting it off a few weeks. For the first day it’s fine, you eat your salad, you go to the gym, perfect.
Sin City is a dream holiday for those of us in the UK. We see it in films like The Hangover and our curiosity is peaked. Is it every bit as amazing as they say? Are the lights really as bright?
Something had been niggling at me for a while and it all came to a dramatic conclusion on Wednesday night.
About a month before he had gotten himself a new phone, he had never really been that interested in technology but he seemed to quite like his new Samsung. He had started playing a game online with his brother and it seemed to be occupying him a lot. He would go upstairs to call him as they played the game online, he told me the game froze when they tried to use the game to talk.
I have been paid to do some interesting things in my time, some of which I am not very proud of. This is one of those things.