Looking back, and depending on the day, life at times seems like a long succession of escapes from invisible prisons. Some of the prisons were really fucking wildly narly, though I didn’t necessarily know it at the time. It’s been quite a journey.
I can’t quite tell if it’s getting any easier. It’s like it’s much harder in some ways but in other ways it’s easier. I still look back, have fond memories, and I miss some of it, but I’m also happy I escaped all those rotten places. Bitter sweet. #