In 2009, I visited a friend in hospital for the “blues”. I was 17 years old and stood at the door clutching a bunch of flowers, not quite comprehending what had just happened. In 2015, I lost a friend to the blues. He was smart, young, talented – I stood at the door of the casket … Continue reading You’re 50 shades of blue, what can I do?
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