Thanks LT,
I'd planned on today being my last regular check in with the helpline, as my schedule is a little different over the next couple of weeks.
Then I got an email saying that H is unwell today.
The administrator said that they understood it would be helpful to speak to someone I've spoken with before, and offered me a slot that wouldn't work.
So I rang in and spoke to somebody new.
It's been a while since I had to start at the beginning, so I kept having to backtrack and fill in bits I'd missed.
I was watching TV on Friday night, and a comedian was asked about his experience of coming out.
'It's about admitting it to yourself: this is who I am.'
When Steve came out, I didn't understand why he would do so.
My first thought was 'What difference does it make?'
That's something I'm still trying to understand, so I appreciate such moments.
There's a part of me that goes 'Ooh, learning opportunity.'
This time, I found myself getting angry, because although I'm glad the comedian's experience seems positive, I feel a strong sense of injustice that it couldn't be that simple for Steve.
The griefquake came on Saturday morning, as I realised that the new shoes I'd bought were too big, and began to cry...then I realised that I definitely wasn't crying over the shoes.
I'd signed up for a writing workshop on the theme of joy that I then had to switch into 30 minutes later.
Plus I'm still trying to figure out what (if anything) to do about Julio's funeral.
Add a layer of work stuff, and you have my current state of being.
Thanks for listening.
Lost
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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
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