Been a long time coming, and yesterday I was being driven literally mad by the Lord knows who. But I guess every iCloud has a silver lining, and even people who use tech against you might collaterally be allowing you to help yourself.
So. I am 25 again, and suddenly able to carve out a life where love and hugs form a part of what I do, not just of what I write about.
And it would appear that even as this is agreed, kindness and gentleness may win out over rancour and too much pain. The latter I hope, anyway.
My freedom to love, to live, to be, to see another and hold another and caress another and embrace another is finally conceded. And whilst I must now find someone to enjoy life with – and I have absolutely no idea who or where or, indeed, why they might ever care to choose to be with me – the search can, now just as equally, at least, at last, begin.