Monthly Archives: January 2015

In which I am either crazy or normal, and unsure which is which

I’m an anxious person. I always have been. When I was a child I used to get panicky and upset if my mum was away for two long, which in restrospect must have been quite wearing. I was needy and … Continue reading

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Advice and survival: In which I don’t have all the answers but I care about the questions.

Anyway, an infinitely valuable consequence of this is that people talk to me about the bad shit. Sometimes people get other people to talk to me – my mother and my friends operate some kind of referral system – and very occasionally it all gets a bit much and I have to hide under a rock for a while.

And sometimes, people ask me for advice. Continue reading

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