Convalescence, concluding

Of course, there’s more to my apparent writer’s block than mere stage fright. One of the main things that I’ve been struggling with is how I write. I have been writing on here at the same time as doing university work, so I have obviously been doing a bit of academic writing at the same time. I[…]

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Banal xenophobia

When I went for psychoanalysis, the therapist asked me if I was angry at my mother. ‘No,’ I said. ‘I’m not angry, I’m just sad.’ But then I thought about it, all the neglect and emotional trauma and abandonment and fear, and everything that I had been bottling up for years came tumbling out with[…]

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