Let's be honest with the blogosphere. Today was hard and I felt small and fragile and odd. Summer came back for a day on campus and it was sunny but cold. People revising on grass hills and huddling into jumpers.
Maya Angelou's words are comfort and strength today. It might be dark as night on my insides but things can change. I got through my Latin exam. It may not be the best of everything I've ever done, but I got through it.
Things get better.
The end of term is coming and I will make it and rest and recover and start again.
There won't always be these fears and panics.
Food has no flavour, knitting holds no joy;
Crushing dense noise has surrounded me whole
Numbing the cheap weapons I could employ