I want this place to be a safe place for me to ramble and speak of things that in reality I can’t. A bit like a diary I guess with strangers that may find it and comment. I don’t know how to start i’ve never written a diary before but I do know writing things down helps. It helps the insecurities deamons from talking hold and using my voice as their mouthpiece. Today I poured out my feelings in a note so that I didn’t say things I’d later regret to someone I love. I wanted to share the note but didn’t, instead I busied myself with cleaning the house and the hour was enough of a distraction to prevent me from sending it. That was the right thing to do. I’m glad I didn’t, I’m glad that the insecurities deamons didn’t win today’s battle. I did! As I go to sleep I hear the sound of a fox screaming in the street, it’s a horrible sound that tears through the night. Let’s hope tomorrow is a better day. I shall take a deep breath and start again.