For all the light I try and make of things, the dropping of the f bomb, the rationalising, the soldiering on…..
I don’t feel fine. Not now.
I’ve been cracked open, and it’s going to take some time to get better.
To use marathon parlance, I have hit the 25km mark, and it’s all a bit of a painful unknown now.
Demons, dancing, doctorates, debauchery. 
{{HUG}}
one step at a time… (and don’t overdo the self-medication. It doesn’t help). Kia kaha.
It’s OK to not be fine. That means you’re a human who had genuine feelings….
*huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggggggg*