Life wihout Lucy

It happened quietly, while my attention was elsewhere … but a recent comment by a lover made me realise: it’s been a while since I heard from my brain weasel Lucy.

My laptop still carries a sticker, given to me by my then-metamour: “An anxious pile of love”.

That was me. Right on the dot.

Most of my writings here were about me dealing with the fears, the insecurities and the anxiety I was dealing with. But right now, all that feels far away.

I’ve been doing EMDR for a while now, and been processing a lot of my old pain. There are probably still a dozen writings that I could compose about that … but right now, I wanted to share this feeling of wonder.

Goodbye Lucy, you were such a big part of my life.

Let’s see who I am without you.