And There We Were…

Or, at least, there I was. Stuck in what felt like an infinite time-loop continuum. Going from being told I was crazy and needed help, to feeling like I was indeed crazy and needed help and then thinking, (rightfully), that perhaps I am actually relatively normal and it’s the other party who needs the help, to right back to being told and convinced that the only one who needs help is me. It went on. And on and on and on and on, ad infinitum. For 15 years. Until I was ready to commit suicide and was rescued by loving friends. Then, I left the marriage and started to find myself again.

Why Elevenses in Cape Town? I often have coffee or brunch with a dear friend who saves me from myself at eleven in the morning. Yes, we are in Cape Town.

These are my thoughts, opinions and stories.

The Ring
The beginning of the end

“A little Consideration, a little Thought for Othersmakes all the difference.” —
A. A. Milne

 

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