Keep hopeful …

Oh dear, without dwelling on my clinical mental disorders; yesterday self-pity was also a bit overwhelming.  That and high expectation as regards my studies and lack of ability was verging on the unreasonable.  Life is pretty rubbish at the moment; but at least I am fortunate enough to find ways to relieve fatigue and loneliness and understand that it is not always achievable.

Yesterday and the previous few days I was in a dark place. I talked about my lost short-term opportunities and my foreseeable end of life. Of course, none of us can plan for the future confidently anymore; Covid 19 notwithstanding, Brexit looms and Global Warming is not going away.

So, for me with that in mind I am grateful that I can at least address my disorders and discomfort creatively.

I was prompted to these thoughts while reading a book called Whispering Cloth, a children’s book by Pegi Deitz Shea, illustrated by Anita Riggio and stitched by You Yang.  It is a story set in a refugee camp in Thailand about a Hmong child who tells her story of terror in cloth.  While I cannot even imagine the plight of any refugee child;  this moving story urged me to carry on with my endeavours to cheer me and others albeit a feeble attempt for the time being.