I used to write things for my therapist. It helped promote discussion and gave me an outlet to use humour as a defence mechanism without outwardly pissing anyone off.
I don’t see a therapist any longer.
But I miss the writing.
But I don’t write much.
I think Twitter would be the more appropriate place to share my nonsense but whenever I’ve joined Twitter I end up following too many stage-managed ‘official’ sports stars accounts and ending up posting about what I had for dinner or how tired I am.
This is hardly riveting but it is a thing…
…and 8:30am, in case you were wondering.