This is an essay by a friend which struck me in a way I can’t quite explain. The extreme mindfulness spoken of here feels very much like the painful, self-imposed revelations I’m undergoing in counselling. I think I’d rather be a robot…
Autofiction: Anxiety Weaving
I Am In Control Odd title, I know. It was just a term that occurred to me when I was thinking about what to write this week. I wanted to
