I owe you all an apology for posting and running out of my last thread. I could tell you how I have been struggling with RSI these last weeks. Or that I have recently stopped HRT, which is causing my brain to rewire yet again. Or how That Dress is probably earmarked for the next family funeral. I do not want to talk about any of it online, but it would be true all the same.

The truest thing of all is that I am struggling with shame and disbelief at having lost the plot so badly. I have long since withdrawn from the catastrophe that is social media. Half the time I have no idea what to say. The other half, it’s inappropriate and I should shut up. With no signs of anything getting better anytime soon, I am woefully out of practice at online communication, and if I am ever to get back on the horse, it will be from here. I cannot promise that I will do better next time. I can only promise to try.

As Mary said to Jesus, could we start again, please?