too much

There was soo much going on, within me, this summer, that I ended up writing no words. No reflection was possible as it was, and still is, an intense and fast process, where whatever I could state one morning, in the evening it grew further into something new. A sprout that has begun to stretch and expand at an unimaginable speed, leaving me overwhelmed and in awe.

But one thing I can now say: in spite of the challenging intensity I enjoyed it utterly. My physical health got even better and some annoying psychosomatic problems that I developed during my reclusion in the almost nine years I spent with my schizophrenic mother are practically over now. And I got tanned, splendidly tanned, I walked a lot, enjoying the life I felt increasing within me.