On tangled ground…
…is where I find myself, where I have been for so long. Lost in a dark wood. From time to time I have seen glimpses of sunlight beyond the trees.
Since June of this year I have left the job I loved, lost daily contact with the animals I worked with, lost the two cats who shared my home, had my old dog put to sleep, nursed my father through his terminal illness and closed his eyes for the last time, seen my 83 year old mother strapped into a restraint before being detained in a psychiatric hospital under the mental health act and undergoing ECT sessions.
But…I think things are calming down again. Mother is out of hospital and seems to be back to normal. I’ve had a job interview for working with animals again. I may even start making photographs again.