sometimes it pays to have a good dummy spit

The stress was mounting, my head was pounding, my heart was fearing and I felt alone and not coping... So I spat the dummy... It didn't change a lot, but I gave up pretending I was coping, and that was a great relief... and I did get reassurance of help... phew.

Sometimes its ok to be real and human and admit when you are feeling out of your depth, and ask for help... and sometimes you get it - just enough to help you keep on going...