
Dear You,
Here’s a story about me…
Nearly nine years ago now, I developed a mysterious illness that refused to go away. I was completely exhausted all the time. I ached all over. My brain felt filled with fog. Some days I struggled to walk up the stairs, while other days I couldn’t get out of bed at all.
But one of the worst parts was the unknown — the doctors weren’t sure what was wrong with me, so I was really scared. I honestly thought I might be dying.
The symptoms were very physically real, yet part of me wondered something.
Was it a coincidence that, in the lead up to getting sick, I’d been really unhappy? That I had an office job I hated? That every day seemed like a beige waiting room filled with bland elevator music? And that, even although I wanted to be a writer, I felt constantly, chronically stuck?
Something was missing from my life and that thing had left a hole big enough for the sickness to seep into. But what was it?
I will save the rest of the story till next week…
Deborah x
P.S. Here is a cool quote from Ursula Le Guin. And here is proof that sometimes it’s okay to go around in circles. And finally, here are three seconds of one of the best films ever made…

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