tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682614115630015882.post1555988176168895546..comments2023-09-21T14:20:02.343+01:00Comments on Biscuits & Blisters: Don't answer thatLouise Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07942543130083841567noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682614115630015882.post-698660706545337032019-05-24T21:26:31.361+01:002019-05-24T21:26:31.361+01:00It gets better. I know that because huge chunks of...It gets better. I know that because huge chunks of this resonate MASSIVELY, but they're not the person I am anymore. I can't remember how or why it changed, but it did. Medication? A lot of time by myself? Hella journalling? Writing it down is an excellent place to start. xxlast year's girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16613385789244095888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682614115630015882.post-36521915361514304742019-05-24T10:23:42.324+01:002019-05-24T10:23:42.324+01:00I've never related to ANYTHING as much as I...I've never related to ANYTHING as much as I've related to this. I'm not one with words, but thank you so much for sharing because I thought I was alone. I've never been able to go anywhere since I was a teenager without thinking one single person doesn't care I'm near them.. which is why I stuck with the same supermarket job for 10 years - It took a good 2 years to open up. I drive to the countryside a lot to get away from people, but you've made me realise it's to get out of people's way. It's such a horrible feeling. You're not alone. Thank you.Larahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03006373842746038529noreply@blogger.com