Grrrr

This is my life. It psychosomatically manifests physically, and my therapist has to keep reassuring me that I can let things out with him.

Was one of the best things of having a car. And one of the worst things of living in a city with no place nearby where no one would hear me.

People around me feel the same, and neurotypical folx get drawn to the safety and release it provides to have utter contempt for convention.

The Guardian also keep publishing pieces about women in the UK meeting up to go scream in the woods.

If a friend is having a bit of a breakdown I’m partly happy because I know how healing, purifying it is to let things out!

It’s the ‘normal’ folx who are insane, I tell ya!