Today's society tends to expect everything on their own timeline, ignorant of what other's timelines may look like.

Yesterday I posted about my two years of sobriety. Two years where I've not drunk alcohol. That's 731 days, a sobriety tracker on my phone happily chirps. But don't celebrate this.

A short piece I wrote a while back on MCAS and the medical system failing you.

What does it mean to be valued, have I found the right room?

Okay, that was a lot!

There's that question of "do people feel your absence in a room?" which can be a hard one to answer.

Yesterday wasn't a good day. It was very far from a good day, I was in the midst of something of a continuous anxiety attack that had started the night before. I ended up writing this post on Bluesky shortly before passing out asleep for the rest of the day:

A short note on creating space for, and focusing on, the things that you can change.