diary
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Early bed without a guilt trip.
I had a long Friday night. A busy Saturday day. It’s Saturday night. I’m tired. I…
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The Postulant
Today I met up with a fellow who had been suffering from dysphoria for a very…
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The post-mortem begins
It felt like there was a lot to talk about in counselling: it’s not everyday that…
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Paperwork
Last week I had an email informing me that my husband was starting divorce proceedings against…
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Beta-Blocked Below the Belt
I’ve been having a bit of trouble with down there lately. It’s not been working properly.…
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Sun Salutations and Self-Trust
I have felt so tired lately. Last night I went to bed even earlier, but it…
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Knowing me, knowing you
Having the house to myself, I’m tending to finishing jobs, repairing things, and tidying stuff. I’m…
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I used to think love was enough
My husband sent me a message today asking for tech support with his soundbar and printer.…
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No option for sadness
So. He has done it. He has applied for a divorce. I guess that’s the right…
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Madam! Behave!
I am loving the social life I’m developing since living on my own, but there is…
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Weekend of Faces
What a busy weekend! Full of socialising… and I am pooped now! Friday was cinema night…
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Letting the grief breathe
I was thinking of bringing my counselling to an end. Things are peaceful in the house,…
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The abdication of home
Having the house to myself has left me realising just how detached I was from the…
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My Evenings, My Self
Since living on my own, I’ve felt free to spend time on things I enjoy –…
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Finding My Own Vertical
As I get better, I feel safer doing more and more — and some of those…
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