Complain about pain in the rain.

*Mentions suicide. I’m going to complain about my pain again. [i] It’s not that I think the “out there” behind my computer screen cares in a seriously significant way; it’s that my IRL doesn’t care much at all. The first anniversary of this flare-up/breakdown/test of character I’m failing is approaching fast, and at this point,…… Continue reading Complain about pain in the rain.

The one percent cuts like a knife.*

I like serendipity, and although there’ve been challenges in my life (my whinier self thinks to an unfair degree), I’ve been lucky in the serendipity stakes. Evidence includes the essay below showing up when I needed to read it. Of late, the challenges in my life seem to centre around relationships. I struggle with boundaries.…… Continue reading The one percent cuts like a knife.*