Sunday, April 4
There's a few things I have to blog, but Ed's here and it's not really fair to abandon him for an hour or so, just to fulfill my online rambling needs / quota. We've been getting lots of hugs in, have made a great cake, saw some ace bands, ate delicious pizza and onion bhajis, played scrabble, and hugged more. Shopping and cinema tomorrow, with cold pizza for breakfast.
The reason I am blogging though, is, well, it's ten years since Kurt died. At the time it meant nothing to me, I was still a Take That fan, but with the buds of an interest in guitar music. But if you were going to point to a time in my life when everything turned around, it would be approximately April 1994. I was 13, discovering indie music, eyeliner and Doc Martens. I started to become depressed, which started my self harm and suicide attempts, which started my road through various forms of therapy, and also which led me to finding the wonderful people I call or have called friends. It's been ten years of learning about myself, and it's been a rocky road, but I'm still on the path, and I intend to keep on journeying.
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