The person who was coming, wo makes me feel unsafe, migt be staying somewhere else. But I’ll believe it when it actually happens, and not a moment before. In the mean time, I’ll be over here, struggling not to dissociate, chewing my nails down, and walking 6kms a day to deal with the mental health bullshit this stirred up.
Oh, yeah, I’m walking again, because i need to, and because it’s finally starting to cool down. Gosh I miss walking in Hill End. Walking in Sydney is the worst.
knitting in the dark 