shapeofthings | Lost at sea

It's been a rough few days. We're both sick, I'm off work, and a lack of things to do has lead to too much introspection, angst and emotional upheaval. Consequently we're both feeling a little physcologically delicate this evening; a bit lost, lonely and isolated, a little inadequate, impotent and vulnerable, and still frustratingly sick.

What do you do when you're under attack from the might-have-beens, should-have-beens, could-have-beens? How to find a smile when you're feeling all at sea? Take one rubber ducky, some water and detergent. Just a little smile, ok?