We are frozen, clutching ourself in the adjacent room, whilst our childhood and parental voice tear strips off each other. A flash of violence, unprovoked, imposed on us, all that time ago. Shame thrust at you that time you betrayed yourself. Leathargia so un-abating and silent you forget what it is to feel vivid. And a sharpness cutting into your thoughts such that you reel back in disgust.

Sometimes things happen or pan out in our heads that are unwelcome. From depression to intrusive thoughts, flashbacks, and dread. What should we do with it? And what do we do? I think often we stagger, as if being struck, and then fight to find our feet. I think we are travelers in an internal landscape, looking for where to turn next.

Here’s to the wanderers!

Josh x