As some of you know, the past few weeks have been particularly challenging for me.
“It’s post traumatic stress,” my therapist explained.
She was referring to the fact that I have become EXTREMELY vulnerable to external stressors. Things that might be more of an aggravation to someone else, have the potential of bringing me down (same for all survivors)
Anyway, I have been down, to be more precise, I have spent a great deal of time lying down on the sofa, while traveling back and forth from hell. In between, thank goodness, I dozed off, sometimes for just for a few minutes. On one of those occasions when I woke up and opened my eyes, I saw Andrew sitting on the sofa opposite me. He was looking at me, studying me intently. Then, when I became fully conscious, he disappeared.
Darling Andrew, come back, stay longer, let’s chat, let me ask you a few questions!