And where to from here?

Again, the noisy anxiety is getting louder and the reassuring sense of capability, strength, hope and openness is slipping. I’m trying to resist the ‘knowledgable’ talk of how embarrassing, guilty, hopeless, weak and needy I was/am. Resisting the urge to dive into that black sea.

The only things I write about are negative.

I wish sometimes that I could download all  my thoughts and images to a third-party so I could  more easily explain and show them. I don’t want to be the only vessel that carries them, but I don’t want to pass them on to someone else either.