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You are right.

Even as I wrote it I knew that it was incomplete, that the underlying configuration (BPD, a melancholy soul, a terrible childhood) is the cause rather than the specific event that triggers it.

Getting over the trigger event can give a respite.

And enable “one” to live “again” or “still”.

THIS coot is busy with the business of life.

Writing is living too.

The value of watching a football (soccer) match on Saturday morning in Helsingør cannot be measured in dollars and cents.

I am here.

I am breathing fresh sea air.

The spirit is still blowing in me.

I am alive.

I feel.

I write.

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