tipsy tonight
Forgive me dear reader, I am tipsy tonight with a full bottle of prosecco, enjoyed in the company of a wonderful friend who was helping me to celebrate the anniversary of my birth. Glad to be alive, am I. Yesterday I spent the afternoon with friends in a cafe and the evening with my girl, dining on Korean cuisine and exchanging messages and pictures with friends and family flung far and wide. I feel profoundly held and loved, and so very grateful for the people in my life who hold me and love me.
So what has this to do with madreality? Well I just want to say this: not only am I grateful for friends who hold me in this celebratory time, but for those who have held me through the mad times too. My friend tonight was one who visited me in hospital, nonplussed by the fact that I was in a shambles. This friend then held faith with me in subsequent years, joining forces with me to start our own business which we ran together for two years. During that time she held the fort for a spell, while I wandered off to Amsterdam in a psychotic revelrie. This friend is patient, forgiving and full of love. She is the truest of true blue.
Madness is disruptive, and inconvenient, and messy. I want to raise my glass in a toast to those who endure the messiness without blame. To all those who are connected to the mad folk, and who hold us and love us despite the stress and strain that our madness causes. To all those who hold fast as friends, through the worst upheavals and the craziest of crazy spells: thank you. From the bottom of my tipsy heart: thank you.
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