ARSENAL OF WORDS

Instead of the impossible, I'll need only concern myself with the ordinary. The luxury of waking up in the same bed for two days in a row or being able to reach the next village should I choose. The luxury of sunshine. The luxury of honesty. Tomorrow can be whatever I want it to be, which means that for the first time in decades, I can look forward to it. Instead of something to fear, it can be a promise I make myself. A chance to be braver or kinder, to make what was wrong right. To be better than I am today. Every day after this one is a gift.

When I was growing up, being an introvert was called being shy. The last thing that someone who is introverted ever wants to hear is someone calling them shy in front of strangers. It's an announcement to the world that there's something wrong with you and that you're not like everyone else.

The Plague Doctor claimed Blackheath was meant to rehabilitate us, but bars can't build better men and misery can only break what goodness remains.