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It felt like I was dying, but I was telling the truth. I’d been recommending she go to therapy from very early on, and she waited two or three years before taking my advice. Now she was reaching the stage of detaching herself from me, and above all, I imagine, of the more important detachment from …

I think that when love, true love, springs up between a man and a woman, it transforms them both, giving them certain magical qualities. Perhaps they don’t realise. Love comes to guide them, to lead them, and they both find themselves able to do things that would normally seem impossible. They live…

‘You know you’re choosing solitude,’ my therapist said, more as a statement than a question, in a special session, a consultation I requested when she was no longer my therapist. I’d requested that session so she could assess my psychological state before I took the decisive step of moving out of w…

So, I turned into a cat and jumped. In fact, I jumped twice; first, to extricate myself from that living death after several years, and to land in the arms of the wonderful Chl. The second jump was something like the extension of that first jump in material space and time, and it happened when I le…

But the fact is that after reading and correcting half of August, I stopped writing this diary or anything else, and I also stopped reading it and correcting it. I’d like to know why, although I’m not curious enough to put any mental effort into finding out. I’m still very lazy, very out of sorts f…