With Sunshine my mind is clearer, but everyday is agony, remembering. Who would take this willingly?
And yet --- in a morbid, horrible way, it feels almost good to remember. I know I should pop a Joy but I keep not doing it.
Just have to not think about certain things. Discipline the mind.
How much can I tell Margaret? Obviously we can publish exactly none of this, but I can't bear not finding it all out.