I published them privately here, from way back when the blog was new, before I switched over to this style and site.

I read it, and I realised. I’ve come so far. But in other ways I’ve not travelled at all. Sometimes it’s like we learn and even though we learn and grow and change and move… Some things never change. They stay the same, unmoving, unchanging. And that’s why anxiety is such an utter bastard. That’s why whoever suffers with it, whenever they suffer with it, is instantly transported to a realm of otherness. It’s hateful. 

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