Resting my head on the wheel, I heard a knock on my car.
‘What are you doing here, Mark?’ the postman, Gary, asked.
‘Things haven’t been too good lately,’ I confessed.
‘I want you to go home and talk,’ he added.
In that moment, at the start of 2021, I knew he was right.
Starting a new sales job, not only did I have the stresses of work, but I had the pressure of sorting care out for my mum, Thelma, who had become bedridden due to ill health.
Sitting in my car I wanted to end it all Rather than talking, even to my partner Annette, 57, I kept it all bottled up instead.
And sitting in my car, I wanted to end it all.
Only, the postman came…
