Lucky, lucky me.

It's Friday night. I've got Eurovision on in the background. A muted background, as the television and stereo speakers appear to be failing.

I've had a few glasses of wine, a fairly non-descript New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc. And I'm eating cheese bicsuits dipped in salsa and reheated fettucine carbonara.

I'm sitting in the kitchen. The laptop is on the bench in the middle of the room, and I'm sitting on the step-ladder chair that Louise gave me. Awkwardly, because I can't slide my legs under anything - they're butting up against the cupboard doors, and I'm leaning forward at the waist.

I have the mobile phone close by, because I've been exchanging text messages with my dearest friends. Sorting out arrangements for tomorrow, and sorting through the day's events.

I've had a hard week emotionally. The hardest in a while. I reckon I have lived long enough to appreciate the cyclical nature of life. What goes around comes around. Life's a rollercoaster. What goes up must come down.

It's hard though, when it all goes down at once. When every area of your life takes a hit. It leaves you feeling shattered.You get hit so hard that you feel like you're going to keel over, or you can't breathe.

Thankfully, I have amazing friends who stepped forward to prop me up. You know you have love in your life when that happens, and I appreciate just how lucky I am to have these wise, strong women in my life. It would be harder to put back all the pieces, without them.

But put them back I must.