Silver lining of a grey storm
My mind loves to segment things and compartmentalise so it can attempt to process them: ideas, events, thoughts and feelings. I appear to have done this with my life: pre-25 years old; then 25–30; 30–now, aged 33.
The first stage can sometimes appear as a blur. Perhaps that made it easier to deal with the painful period. A challenging upbringing, tragic events, abuse and trauma pushed me so far into a shell that I never thought I would emerge.
During the OK times, this was OK with me. My introverted character and lack of
