Early good evening all BD’s
My worker is going to try and find out what she can from Ex’s helpers as long as he still has them.
She helps me get things in perspective.
The therapy I’ve done has made me aware of lots of bits of my mind that don’t work so well, but I can’t always put it together to make enough sense to cope with everyday life. Nor “cure” anxiety or low feelings that are out of proportion to realities, just learn how better to live with it.
(Annie about moving on: I am fortunate enough to (nearly) own a house and so at some point can move to somewhere I feel I can cope better living in, but under no illusions about snags of living in a flat.)
I loved your poem Annie. The older I get, the more I feel how true that poem is and when we are stripped back of youthful expectations and plans and desires - that’s what life comes down to. Put it together with something *Allsorts” said above rung true to me,
“The best words I ever heard were quite hard but true, live with it as no one’s coming”
But after acknowledging and learning that, its the helping hand, the friendly smile, the being able, if nothing else, to listen to someone, the not judging,
The acceptance!
Love to others in the meantime, a virtual hand holding.