I just realised how long it’s been since I’ve posted on this blog. This year in general has been bad for writing. I’ve rarely journalled, even now that I have my own space again. It’s like my brain prefers not to remember right now, even though things aren’t particularly difficult.
The other aspect is therapy work. We’re in the midst of serious discussions about ritual abuse overall and cult structures, which is making me want to guard every ounce of information I’ve put on the Internet regarding the subject. I’m worried that my therapist will change her mind about my sanity and decide the whole bit has been nothing but a fantastical story. That’s a risk I’ll have to take in order to move forward with therapy, though. It’s such a precarious process.
Other than that, my mind has been reasonably quiet. Life and work and learning go on with the past as a shadow that is, for now, not winning. I’ll take that.