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An inevitable symptom of writing a dissertation appears to be a realisation of how many other things I would rather be writing.

I've been feeling restless lately, breathless with something other than asthma. Feeling the tingling in my skin. So many things have been changing, and I am changing too.

One of the costs of the intersect between internet/real life is that the more people I have met and grown to love the more I've started to censor myself because I have powerful and ingrained habits of caution. Of hiding the self if things aren't stellar because I don't want to burden others.

Also, as my real name has started floating out in connection with this blog it will be stupid to think that I won't be found my clients and since I still believe I will one day graduate and go into practise it seems wise to build a little hiding place in which it feels safe to be my darker and more honest emotional self when the mood takes me.

To that end: Sound Of The Waves , a place to write in about the degeneration of my physical or mental health, whichever and whatever combination comes first.

I'll leave this post up for a while, then pull it, and I'll post it once more later. Basically this is so anyone who wants to find me there, can. It's unlikely to be cheerful reading, but I won't apologise because that would defeat the entire point of the exercise and because if you're reading I'll assume you're cool with that.

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