I’ve been thinking a lot about the patterns we inherit — the ones we don’t choose, the ones we don’t even see until years later. Writing my autobiography has made these threads more visible. Some are soft and comforting; others are sharp, pulling at old wounds. For a long time, I believed my struggles existed …
This is what Edge AI stated to me today. I’m getting into writing my autobiography and poetry. To bring you up to date: I fell over twice last night, I wasn’t drunk, it was early in the morning and I think it was hypotension. Stress, this supported living situation isn’t working out well. My brother …
It’s a long time since I have taken photos. I went on a car drive with my MHP today. It was a pleasant drive. I popped into a dairy I used to go to in Glen Eden. Nothing much has changed. The Waitakere’s are as green as every and they remind me of the reason …