This is what progress feels like

My supervisor for my first attempt at my Master's just gave a half-hour talk; within the first five minutes she'd put up a slide containing some of the data I'd been trying to obtain.

I kicked into immediately pre-panic-attack state - adrenaline, increased heart-rate - and then got so caught up in what she was saying, and what she'd done with the science, that I didn't.

Two years ago I was triggered every time I heard names even a little bit like hers. Before her talk I managed to have a short chat in which we talked both family and shop.

I feel so very, very lucky.

[poem] Grief In Your Wakes

it is a Thursday night, like any other
and just like any other, people die.