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When he realised, with hindsight, after Both the monsters had died, that what He’d thought of as home and sanctuary Had been nothing but an illusion, he felt Ill and… Continue Reading
Browsing Tag: therapy
Day 362
I have spent much of the day staring into space, or staring out of the window looking at the godawful weather, and wrestling with the demons that often present themselves… Continue Reading
Day 355
After therapy this afternoon (and more of that later), I got sidetracked by doing nothing – sort of. I hung out some Christmas lights at the back of the house,… Continue Reading
Day 194
The time table for today so far: 05:00 – wake up to go to loo; open garden door for cats; go back to bed. 07:00 – get up; Manuka honey;… Continue Reading
Day 146
Last night, M and I went out for dinner, just the two of us, for the first time since before the pandemic began. We hadn’t initially planned to do anything… Continue Reading
Day 139
I am very late today. Technology has conspired against me. Last night, I couldn’t sleep, so I stuck the past few days’ blogs into my journal. I went out into… Continue Reading
Day 124
It feels like I’m running late this morning. But I’m not. I was at my desk at 06:50 putting together more documents and uploading them for the annual audit in… Continue Reading
Day 118
Therapy is pretty intense. Yesterday, just before it was due to start, I felt more nervous than I had when I first started four years ago. It’s not just like… Continue Reading
Day 117
Today, I start therapy again. I don’t now what will come of it, if we’ll decide that I don’t need something long-term again, or that we’ll decide that I’d be… Continue Reading
Day 34
I just threw a cough sweet wrapper at the bin. It missed. That’s just about a metaphor for my days. Yesterday, Ren wrote about having ideas and almost immediately forgetting… Continue Reading