But I’ll say it anyway.
Nothing is better than some of the sensations that make up the experience of depresson. The empty-ness of nothing seems attractive to me today.
I went swimming this morning and found out that the great thing about swimming is that while I was doing it, I was distracted from thinking. I was active without thoughts and emotions.
I now smell of chlorine. The shower didn’t wash it off.
- a lovely positive poem from Blankpaige. I wish I could thank her.
I better go out for a walk, into the sunshine in Cork. It is horrid sitting in my own company.