All my life I wanted people to listen. I didn’t really know what to say. But I just wanted them to listen. As someone past the teenage stage I find myself not giving a hoot anymore about what people think of me. The hurt has hardened me – for the better.
I’m not into listening to perpetual whinging, goodness knows I’ve been witness to that myself many times. But I have a keen interest in helping anyone that want to hear my story. Not for fame or any ulterior motive. It feels better to talk. Anyone who feels they need to chat, please drop me a message.
Why do this?
I’m in the process of rebuilding and renewal, one day at a time.
Better Mind Buddy 