Moving On

Yesterday I got the phone call confirming that I had been accepted as a volunteer at a Charity Store in the town. I begin tomorrow. I have never done this sort of work before. My work, over the past five years, has mainly been done online and while I have been in schools I have not gone to the one place regularly. This has contributed to the isolation and alienation I have felt.  No one thing explains the situation I have found myself in over the past three months. My new low has come as a result of many colliding forces. If I have sounded bleak it is because this is the first time in three years that I have been prodding and cleaning the wounds, endeavouring to move forward. To admit that I feel bereft has been a major step forward.  Volunteering at the Charity Store will not be an answer by itself. I do have another creative project that I will focus on, that will hopefully stop me from just eating away at what capital I have. But first I have some courses to do, some people to see, some places to visit. Warm thanks to everyone who has posted comments on my journal. I feel I have come here, naked without an identity other than that of someone experiencing intense grief. Being amongst fellow sufferers has made all the difference.