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This is almost public journaling. Sometimes exposing the more unsavoury contents of my brain in public helps me fight the parts of me who'd rather hide it. Kind of like flashing people, but with my brain. Also (I hope) not in a gross way. It is an exercise in acceptance. I have anxiety. I am afraid of flying and stressed by many little things. And I won't make it harder for myself by being ashamed. Not anymore.

A little waif calling in the wilderness- I hear the strain in his voice – the fear of hunger of loneliness and I hurry to assure him that someone...

15/4/22 Rolling Shropshire hills ‘little Switzerland’: humps and valleys with Caer Caradoc standing sentinel on the east; Stiff climb up, but...

It was the surprisingly loud and unexpected explosion, that accompanied the shattering of my rear windshield, that gave me the first indications that...