Today is a black day. How do you describe what that’s like? It’s an all pervasive sadness, a shroud. A sickness that nobody else can see. Feeling like you’ll never see the sun again. You can’t cry, or scream, it’s a nothing. Your muscles ache from holding yourself too tightly to stop yourself from breaking. The world seems to stop turning for you, trapped as you are in this cold, dark place. All the therapy techniques on the planet are no use to you here. You are just trying to wrap your hands around the pilot light in your soul to get some precious warmth, like a vagrant in the winter.
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I am at the tail-end of my thirties, starting afresh as a singleton, moving into my own place by myself for the first time in my life, all while navigating life after lockdowns and living with Borderline Personality Disorder. This blog will be my journal. Some little bits about me to get you started. I love Godzilla, pizza, animals (except frogs), reading and vodka. View all posts by Abominable Bell Blog