It is three weeks since I last came on here to write my thoughts to an empty and silent world. I've had things to say but no time to say them.
If you're a regular reader, not many left after fourteen years of writing, you will recall how hard I find anniversaries. This weekend marked three.
Two years ago yesterday an important person walked away from my life. Two years ago another important person started the process of leaving me too. And today marks thirty years since my second and final admission to a psychiatric ward.
Words cannot describe what that feels like. I tried and failed to convey the horror in A Pillar of Impotence. Put simply you wear that badge or you don't.
Almost everyone from that place is dead. A few years ago a survivor got in touch because she stumbled across this blog. She's disappeared again. I'm left alone with those memories.
Today I feel flat and lonely despite having a visitor. I seek merely to get through the day.
Mozart plays and I'm silent with my thoughts.
Tomorrow life goes on, today is to be endured.
I Heard a Voice.
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