No not the Prather #book..

It all worked out. The #anxiety turned into a solid plan that kept me on time on track and on course. I got what I needed. It didn't cost quite as much as I #feared. I still have #energy left and I wasn't #exhausted physically or #mentally (though I did have to stop and regroup a couple of times).

Small wins.

I had an insanely good #coffee, and hammered out about 4 pages worth of thoughts. BY HAND. Writing by hand is #liberating. If you keep your #writing "reasonably" neat you can OCR it into a digital document later. Well, I OCR it. Very useful.

- “Am I #healing with integrity?”

- “Am I being honest with myself and others?”

- “Am I resisting the trap of pretending I’m fine when I’m not?”

#mentalhealth #wellness #wellnesswednesday (it's Wednesday where I am now)

Speaking of #anxiety, #mentalhealth and so on.... I must profess to being in the minority when it comes to [the current year].

Or any year.

I've been disillusioned for the better part of the last 30 years. I do not want to "engage" with 'Big P' Politics, or 'small p' politics.

I'm struggling to get support and services for the injuries I suffered from a stroke. You know, typing and using your hands, not being perpetually exhausted, being able to see things in focus, not being over-stimulated by movement or sound (autistic readers are nodding sagely round about now...). It's taking up a lot of my mental time, energy and strength just surviving.

As a wise man once said, "I'm too old for this shit".

I may post some writing if I'm not feeling shy.

I have started writing. It's not for anyone. It's a process. Words on a page, either typed or scrawled for me alone.

Maybe there is an audience, a reader outside my skull? I don't know yet.