My journey...

The last few years have been monstrous, yet also a time of growth, in some quarters, & of I'm honest, decline in others.

I guess one deals with oneself - i guess I deal with myself, or I don't. Mostly, I've been just surviving, I suppose, on my level.

I've been so focused the last 3yrs, on not cocking up my main paycheck, again - after last time's, hugely regrettable proceedings, which so badly impacted on severe mental health issues that were already dogging me.

The 3yrs of depression, in which I clung onto my sanity, like it was a piece of driftwood, as I careered into sobriety, and out of the dysfunctionality of a marriage that was, for me, becoming quite restrictive, unhappy and unfulfilled.

This time, I like to fantasise was my blue period, in which I became more like #Picasso. Of course, he wasn't much when it came to taking care if women, either.