It’s another Friday night, I just put my mum to bed. I try to watch the hurricane running rampant in my head. As my breath starts to settle down, my mind follows suit. It’s just a controlled falling, like hanging from a parachute.
I’m going down, down, down. Just to wind it up tomorrow. again it doesn’t sound so tough, when the hard parts in your head. We use reduction reasoning. We’ve been taught this all our lives. We deny what we’re feel, just to behave and comply. But I ask, to what?