Mum came to visit me here in Brighton this weekend. I got to show her my room, and show her that I'm actually doing ok again. We went to London, walked around Brighton, ate oysters, drank tea, watched films, woke up early and had a lot of prosecco. We also spent a lot of time just talking. About all those things that hurt, and all the things that don't. Tried to figure out what's happened, what is, and what to do. What not to do. Troubles are so much easier to carry when shared. And I'm so glad I can share so much with her. Sorrows and heartbreaks and afternoon teas and weekends alike.