I just Am And that is enough. I walk steadily about the kitchen. Barefoot. Methodically placing a tea bag into the pot, pouring over hot water. Patiently waiting while it brews. Take the carton of milk from the fridge. Think about going so far as to pour it into a jug before I remind myself, it’s just for me. I do it anyway. Periodically I let out a loud hissing sigh. Just as my counsellor encouraged me to do years before.
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