Two
I lost my best friend early last year. Because of lockdowns, retrenchment, and a jealous ex (although not an ex at the time) we didn’t get to hang out as much in the last few years. When she died, there was this immediate regret about all these missed opportunities, and guilt over choices I made that contributed to that. I’ve lost other people before – one of my earliest memories is my grandfather’s funeral, and kissing his cold cheek at the open-coffin ceremony. I would’ve only been three or four. Some time later, I recall my grandmother, dressed all in black, draped over his grave at the funeral, sobbing uncontrollably,…
The Other Me
Originally, when I started The Other Me, I began the story with my first actual panic attack (at 19), thinking that (for a blog) that was the best place to jump in. When I’d finished serialising my adult life, I went back and covered my younger years, where I’d experienced neurotic symptoms that foreshadowed that first panic attack. Last’s week blog was the last one (before that first panic attack), so the story’s complete. For now. Thanks to everybody who stuck with The Other Me. I really appreciate it. I hope it’s been entertaining, and also given you an insight into neurosis. In the new year, I hope to still…