I haven’t written for quite a while and a huge part has been because I don’t want to jinx things and a very unhealthy dose of paranoia. Paranoia that someone from customs etc might see my blog and say…no,we don’t want his kind in our country.
Utterly insane but I’m pretty sure I’ve not written I’m sane. And also a testament to how there is still a belief good things don’t happen to me. Yet this is changing as is the thinking behind it. I know there’s a lot of heartbreak and data that could be used to support this if I focus on this. Yet I’m choosing to change this and remember the good stuff. To dare to believe good stuff happens to me.
‘One day the symptoms fade. Think I’ll throw these pills away.
And if hope could grow from dirt like me. It can be done.
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