Ash
What dreams may come?
- Oct 4, 2021
- 1,758
I know there's a million threads like this a week but the keyword is in the title. I've just spent a few minutes chatting to a neighbour about the usual thing you chat about on a sunny Saturday in May when you're both middle aged and are interested in gardening etc and while it doesn't help that I'm anaemic, and had a difficult day and self-harmed yesterday, and slept badly last night, I've just sat down with a mug of tea and the juxtaposition between what's going on in my head now I'm alone and who I pretended to be when I was with her is as far apart as me and the people who lived in my area in the Iron Age. Pretending that everything's normal, that I don't have a massive dressing on my wrist and more on my arms is so draining but I can't stop myself. I'm all big smiles and jokes and witty observations and tips about tricky plants and pesky pests. I'm the ultimate facepalm emoji.