I’m thinking of playing this whole life stuff from a different angle, instead of trying to make sense of it or come to terms with
How can we stop turning everything that happens to our family and friends into a reflection our own experiences? How can we take new information
“It’s complicated” That’s this weeks imaginary status update. Only, I’m the only one seeing the status, and my psychiatrist, and now you. Its amazing how
I think the moment I became truly afraid of my own mind was after witnessing another of my ‘selves’ spend hours combing over old MRI
So I’m having to write a whole lot of “sorry we can’t take on your job after all” letters to people at the moment, people
Time passes as the daylight finally gives up on trying to peek beyond the tightly pulled curtains and disappears below the horizon for another day.