So, this week has housed death. Death and sadness and silent screams for theses poorly people. People touch your lives, there’s no escaping, no harmonies that can cover the under-night whispers and moans at three when the tea trolley’s late. (SIDE NOTE: This entire blog post was written in a blurry 5am smog, I wasContinue reading “#5: Trying to Shoot, but Missing the Pull. (An inebriated post).”
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4: Half pride, half grinch.
I shall start off this post with the fleeting positives. I am sticking to my budget – what, me? – I am working more shifts and enjoying my job, I am doing my DBT homework in between group and one-to-one and sharing – sometimes far too much – in group. (And yes I did haveContinue reading “4: Half pride, half grinch.”
Being a Hurricane 