The toll of life.
A day in the life.
PND, rape, crippling existential void, severe and enduring eating disorder, chronic emptiness and depression from early life trauma and neglect.
…. I can hear an absurdist Julie Andrews… ‘these are a few of my favourite things …’ Thank goodness for dark humour.
Add to the mix, meetings that have thrown up some rather tectonic faults in differences in paradigm beliefs which bring an internal conflict (that I hadn’t been quite so aware of before, well, perhaps I had, but it has crystallised) as we struggle with the slow starvation of what didn’t feel like a great infrastructure beforehand but which has now has dwindled to almost nothing.
Relentless and enervating.
It’s little wonder Friday is both crackerjack and collapse.