The letter

Two weeks on, the initial shock is beginning to recede and life has reluctantly resumed. So far, I have somehow coped –read: I have occasionally managed to brush my teeth, and the children get fed (though mostly frankfurters, rice and green beans from a jumbo bag in the freezer). But just when I thought the worst was over, I can feel myself sinking even lower: T has signed up for a flat and started removing things from our home, and the violence of this disappearing act, combined with the resurfacing of my own deepest insecurities have projected me into a world of bottomless anxiety. I can feel myself looking down a dizzying abyss of the darkest depression and a primal fear grips me. Gather me up because I’m lost…

Kristin Hersh – the letter


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