Monday, March 24, 2025
Monday, March 24, 2025
There's something fitting about writing this - here, now, in this way.
So much is resonant with the past... it was almost exactly six years ago that I tearfully typed out the first few words of what would become this space. I don't remember what the outside world was like, then, but presumably it was much like today - cold, cloudy, drizzling rain punctuated by brief bits of bird song and stolen glimpses of sunbeams flitting away almost before they were noticed. I was drawn inwards, to a point that felt like an agony beyond any communication or expression; even while being acutely aware of exactly what was going on and why, I retain virtually no actual memory of the experience itself.
I suppose living through hell is often like that.
I would know.