Journalling is a refuge for me. I try to spend fifteen minutes a night decanting the contents of my brain into something else. I've shared some bits and pieces, but not much. Last time I did, R ended up wiping her eyes.
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'Somewhere up above the great divide
Where the sky is wide, and the clouds are few
A man can see his way clear to the light
'You have all the grace you need for today, and today is all that matters.' - Steve Austin