Am feeling a bit melancholy. Have come through some struggles in the last 6 months that don't belong in public (and partly as it's not centred on me — privacy of others matters, even those who treat me poorly).
The phase of waking people up so they don't do crazy suicidal sh*t is over. Not quite sure where I am heading at the moment, or where to focus my energies. Missing London, but the place makes me nervous at the moment. Missing friends, but also want time on my own. Missing family, but lots of problems there best left unsaid.
Is the hard part over, or just beginning? I don't know. How do I fit in the world when it's woken up? I don't know. What's the right balance between everyday operational stuff vs big picture thinking? I don't know.
It's been a long war, with some way to go.
I wrote a book about 10yrs ago to escape my depression... Here is a page out of it... much love patriot
..
My life has moved me in so
many ways, raging rivers, still
waters, but the WATERFALLS
are the scariest.
But they are the Prettiest, most
Awesome power, and they
Rage on…
Just like ME
