Boys in blue shirts and ribbons in the sky

Dear Heart,
How do I explain to you where I've been? Everywhere and nowhere, traveling no further than the end of my bed. And yet I am an entirely different creature than I was on that rainy final journey home from Cardiff. That poor girl, how I feel for her now...
I was very ill, dear Heart, in both body and mind. I look back now and see how completely I had caged myself up in insecurities, horrid thoughts and hopelessness. Slowly, though, I am leaving it behind me. Step by step, day by day. Will you help me, dearest Heart?
The first time I wrote you, I showed you the setting sun from my window. I told you that that was when I felt God most. I feel Him so rarely now that sometimes I wonder if He's even there. But here it is, the view from my new window in our rickety sea-side house. A pink ribbon across the sky, left by a little girl running home for supper.
Home again, home again, jiggety-jig.
Love, Lydia x