So I thought about what you said.. and I am listening. It's not as easy as you would think.
I think that maybe my white space is the thing that muffles the sounds that I don't want to hear. You know.. the sounds that if I listen too hard it would put a stop to my day while I threw myself on the bed for a good aul' cry.
Soooooo.. I made a deal with myself. I will listen to my thinking and, whatever the consequences, I'll write it down. Even if I'll need to contact the counsellor after.
I switch off the computer and go and get myself a pen and a piece of paper and write down thoughts... all the time trying to listen.
I dug out the phone number of the works counselling service just in case.
It didn't take long for the bile to issue forth.
It's on the paper and it's being edited for the sake of decency and protecting the not too guilty. If I think it's too personal, it might stay on the paper until I get to the shredder at work. Or maybe not.

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