Let it go, leave it in the past. So I did and here I am, a thousand miles out in the ocean, a storm raging, threatening to swallow us whole. Tossed about in the cabin wondering if I’m going to die a cold, wet, lonely death, I wondered if we couldn’t have made a better resolution of it all and perhaps instead of letting it go, I have instead run from a thing I will not relinquish. Therapy might have been better than this.
Paddy Dobson
17th April 2024