Over a year later...

I have started again, after a fashion. New world, new partner, possibly a new family... Yet some of the old demons are still here. Or perhaps just some bad memories which won't go away, because after all they are memories - of things which have happened before. I get so tired, and just days ago I suffered what appeared to be a mild heart attack (though it was pretty scary and painful).

I'm not sure who I'm writing this for - I guess it's kind of like a message in a bottle, on one level; and on another, it's a kind of emotional safety valve. I've spent so long trying to stay sane, but at the same time aware that my memory is like a sieve: perhaps if I write here I might have a better grip on what is happening - both to me and around me.