Psyche sesh today. All good. Amazingly good, even. I’m in a sad, weird, in-betweeny space-time and that’s OK. I’m absolutely where I need to be. Just like my body has over the last 18 months, my mind is handling the fall-out from The Shitshow as it knows best. I’m in awe of its wisdom in knowing how to sift through the grains; how it - I - instinctively know what to hold for closer contemplation and what to let slip through and be blown away with the sands of time. I know how to do this. I know how to do me. After all, I’ve been doing me for a lorra, lorra years now. And I’m still standing.
Day +59 Psyched #100DaysDIEP
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