I did write a post last night. It was about how far I've come from the situation I found myself in two years ago. How much I've achieved, despite the imperfection of the present state of affairs. L read it and counselled caution about how explicit I'd been about what happened. I was tired, and decided to err on the side of caution, and pressed delete. It was called 'Credit' and was about giving myself some for how far I've come. Sorry not to have posted it. Today will have its own post - later.
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Better not to delete those times, copy and save it to a document and look at it later, edit it a bit maybe for posting, or just keep it for you.
But good that you wrote it.
Yes. Good that you wrote it, possibly good to keep it. And also good that you have an editor.
It makes me think for the first time (I'm slow on the uptake. Or forgetful.) about the liberation of the wordless abstract. How satisfying it would be to be able to convey all those strongly felt, vital emotions, convey the mind state/s, without having to name names or explain. To conjure an empathetic hum like the ting of a tuning fork.
In fact I suppose, sometimes, in the past, that's how I used to take pictures.
A hug for you. I wish I had an answer to the sleep problem. I have a very very infrequent and mild version and merely listen to my beloved audio books and make a conscious effort to appreciate the sensation of the dog on my feet/curled up somewhere. Experience tells me fighting is useless. But I dread to think what a crock I would/will be if it gets worse or more frequent.
I think you should only post what you feel comfortable posting. However, it's a little cruel to almost tell what you almost posted. Now we have to act like we're not curious about what you wrote, and that's impossible to do if we're being honest.
sorry M I forget that not all my readers went through it with me... no intention to be cruel just to save myself any further grief as a result of blogging...
rr - thanks - will email
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