Someone recently asked me for a postal address so they can write to me. I now have two long handwritten letters to read. Folk just don't understand that I have a backlog of thousands of emails, and I am just one person, have no admin help, am in the middle of a house move, trying to stay financially afloat, and feeling the effects of years of battling. I am friendly and approachable, but it's unkind to treat me as a sort of free counselling service. I do what I can, but eventually I just have to screen it out; I didn't agree to the the agony aunt of the universe at large. I know other people have it way harder, but it's getting exhausting after all this time.