When I was in my twenties, I was in awe of my big sister’s best friend. She was confident, sassy, bright and simply super cool. During a lunch that turned into a boozy red wine session (she was a wine buff too) she told me that she suffered from depression.
Later that same night, sitting in the best spot in the pub (advantage of having been there all day) in cocooning leather armchairs, swirling wine in fish bowl glasses, together we came up with the Triangle Theory. OK, it was probably mainly her, but I lit her cigarettes and poured the wine to enable her to do so…
I’ve used this theory throughout my life, adjusting and adding to it and relying on it to bring me a sense of calm during hard times.
It goes like this:
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