Craving a disaster

I’m holding it together but it’s taking every ounce of strength. It shouldn’t be a surprise that fighting is harder than defeat. Every tiny step forward is a leap of faith, as I push on into the unknown. I’m doing it. The things they’ve all been telling me to do for years now. Some courage…

Intrinsically damaged and incapable

This week I have been obsessing over my stuckness. My sense of being in the middle of something with no space to move. I don’t want my past, and I can’t envision my future. But right now feels horrible and I don’t want to be in this place forever. I made a mistake in looking…

Standing still

Standing still familiar forces rushing, peripheral the rage of nature in surging water faces fly by and strange tendrils tempt something deeper as they pass there is nothing that can reach this empty craving the quest for contact suspended in a desert of impatience observing the green shoots of progress bursting into life but only…

Therapy today: Options

I’ve got options. I don’t know what they are, but apparently I have them. More than one. Obscure right? That’s what happens to me in therapy. I sit there and I formulate some words to attach to feelings, more feelings bubble up, more words surface and it all becomes a mess. Everything I try to…

Time travel: Where would you go?

I’m going to confess immediately to being a big fan of Dr Who. I’m very open to being entertained by anything childish, and the Doctor certainly does that for me. I had a conversation with my housemate a few days ago, one of those late night small talk type exchanges in which you chew over…

I will always be gentle

I plant my feet on the border I am held in between I strive to look forward I will see the horizon I hear those good intentions and I strain to disseminate I am not worthless I can make a difference I am not to blame so I must forgive myself I float among kind…