Day 163
The spoken word can hide many things. There’s a silence in unnecessary conversations that’s deeper than comfortable silences when no words are needed for togetherness. Theodor Storm was quoted as… Continue Reading
Browsing Category: Life
Day 162
It doesn’t do to question the wisdom or usefulness of this public journalling, even with its self-censorship, to spend time thinking about if anyone is actually reading it or absorbing… Continue Reading
Day 161
FINISHING WITH THE PAST I scatter petals on my past To stop the smell of rot and lies. I turn my hands palms down To reject the untruths of memory,… Continue Reading
Day 160
“I’ve been a bit worried about you – you seem so preoccupied with all the shite.” Thus reads the second line from an email I got yesterday from my lovely… Continue Reading
Day 159
If someone I deal with in my day job makes a mistake and emails me with an apology, I usually email back saying that no apology is necessary, that we’re… Continue Reading
Day 158
I lose the thread of my days when I don’t get this done in the morning. Time is really slipping through my fingers right now. It’s not that there are… Continue Reading
Day 157
Very very late for me today, and I’m missing Bake Off: The Professionals to write this. Another revelation from my rock ‘n’ roll life for you. This morning I had… Continue Reading
Day 156
Of course, I wake up the morning after the day before, and the ebb and flow of the disease brings with it regret, remorse, and guilt. I am up and… Continue Reading
Day 155
Let’s face it. Self-editing is all very well, but depression knows no self-editing. I slept solidly but badly, if that makes sense, was at my desk here by 7:45 putting… Continue Reading
Day 154
Depression is a pernicious disease. There is no catalyst or cause for it. It just comes and goes. The day before yesterday (which I wrote about yesterday), I crossed a… Continue Reading