I’m probably at the most critical point in my life. I feel that I am about to cross over that imperceptible line , the line that when you cross it, you are unaware you’ve crossed over but by which time it is too late anyway, you are lost forever. I feel that I am barely clinging on and quite frankly, I am terrified. I’m terrified because up until this point, I haven’t been able to change things or make a significant difference to my general malaise and constant quandary: how to escape this fortress that I have imprisoned myself in.…
Year: 2021
SUFFER IN SILENCE?
“ A man who fears suffering is already suffering from what he fears. “ Michel de Montaigne I’ve been thinking recently about the concept of suffering. I am a white, middle class woman and have never known what it is to experience hunger or homelessness. I have never been in a situation where I had no money to pay the rent or to feed my family. I have never been destitute or cast aside by my family and friends . I don’t know how it feels to belong to an ethnic minority being ostracised, persecuted or abused for my skin…