My uncle especially liked this picture of me.
He died in November.
Now I am completely alone.
It has been a stressful time, though I somehow managed to continue weekly posting.
I keep hoping my audience will grow consistently beyond single figures, but the stats usually arrive as a digital depressant, including many vacant days without views.
This first Xmas of blogging sparked a new worry:
could I be the loneliest person on WordPress?
Probably an unanswerable question.
Yet, my situation is rather unusual.
30 years of chronic illness, pain and exhaustion.
A 27th, consecutive, Xmas spent alone.
Not feeling well enough to go out.
Or make new friends.
The phone doesn’t ring.
I cannot think of anyone who would want to hear from me.
My family are dead. I am the last of our line.
Except for my uncle, no-one has visited me, socially, since 1995.
I am used to emptiness, though Xmas and birthdays still hurt.
I shall end on a different note:
by saying a big…
To everyone that left “Likes,” or comments, on my blog.
Your feedback was the most positive online experience, for me,
and I still get excited by it.
I hope you all have a good 2018.