One day things will different.
One day my heart will stop racing;
One day I will stop forgetting to eat;
One day I will stop myself before screaming at my child for not using his knife properly when I’m too tired to even hold mine;
One day I will no longer feel this physically and mentally wiped out.
One day I will stop having to sacrifice the time which belongs to my child, for a supplier much less capable of self-organisation than myself
One day I will stop working all day and then most of the night to barely make a deadline – 6 out of 7 times a week
One day I will stop being terrified of opening mail;
One day I will stop feeling guilty for writing for me, when I should be writing for someone else
One day I might be able to offer 100 percent of me, to one thing, at one time;
One day I will succeed at something and make something of myself
One day I will stop ‘just existing’
One day I will stop saying ‘One day … ‘
Self-indulgent and grotesque in the larger scale of things but this is how it is this month. We’ll get through it. We always do.