Dancing Solo

So this looks like a post I made the other day and am in danger of losing in the pile.  The poem is from the start of the summer, and it isn’t like this any more.  I’ve made lots of new friends and when I go out I can talk to people now.  I still prefer dancing, but it’s nice to be reminded of how it felt when I first started going out again.  I suppose it’s a sign of how far I’ve come!

In the Wild

I am writing again.  This makes me happy.  I haven’t noticed it happening, but when I sit down and have a look in my folder, there are loads of new things sitting there.  Feels back to normal.  I’ll know when I am truly recovered, because I will be writing about things outside myself.  I’m waiting for that. 😉