Anxiety is a bastard.

Finally have a medication that does help but it

does not get to the root cause.

The old talking cure I applied for in October and was informed would be March. And I am still waiting.

Writing and the poetry really helps but of course its only temporary.

And I'm reading Sue Prideaux' s brilliant biography of Edvard Munch which is even though his life was one of the most mentally and physically challenging that any human being ever experienced is making me feel not alone.

I think about you often Jess and how you are. You can always email me.

Marc xx