Little islands

Perhaps I want to proove that things maybe aren't as bad as they may seem in black and white. When written down my thought are a little scarey, much safer that they are boxed away and people continue with their illusion that I'm coping, if a bit quirky.

So as proof I'm making a list of times when I fould an island. When it all went away.

Technically harder than it seems...

Last night, sitting on the sofa with Tom, being held tight.

A similar moment last weekend

Not being able to sleep last night and creeping around the house to see my people all curled up looking at total peace

Sitting in the car one morning this week and just taking in how pretty the castle looks in autumn and wishing someone a sunny day

Little islands of calm in my storm. Even a minute where there's momentary confirmation that my feeling of being alone at sea is just in my head and I can close my eyes and smile is enough to break the clouds for a while. It's not all bad.