I am still here. My finger-nails are not and there are lots of sore bits around the edges where they were but I am still here.
I guess I realised that while I was on here, I was thinking .. and tweeting .. and writing about stuff that was hard .. and that while I was doing that, I wasn’t “doing” anything about it.
So I had to stop tweeting and writing, shake myself the hell up and go “do”.
What did, however, occur to me, was that it was being here and on Twitter for so long, that had taught me how to get a handle on me, so that I could do just that.
I’m still doing. It’s not got the better of me yet but it keeps trying so I still have a long way to go. You’ll therefore forgive me if my return is somewhat brief and impersonal. I will come back and write, once I’ve sifted through the bonkersness. Promise.
Bloody hell, life is complicated.
Miss you all