I'm not sad any more. I've had so much pain in the past that nothing can hurt me anymore.
When I was homeless and starving I didn't know how I would survive but here I am with my husband, both of us growing old together in gloriously content poverty. A cup of tea, a bar of chocolate and thine beside me singing. What else do we need as long as somebody loves us?
For everybody feeling shit tonight, you would not believe what hidden reserves of strength you have, you are tougher inside than you can possibly imagine and you can make it, and you will make it.