I have this postcard that I picked up in a cafe in London.
Apparently, it's going to be ok.
I laughed when I saw it and vowed to send it to people I knew.
Instead, it sits here and reminds me.
Appropriately fitting right now, I tell myself this affirmation often.
The housing will sort itself out, as will work.
You will stop feeling helpless at some point in the next few weeks.
It's going to be ok.
Despite the papered reassurance, my brain isn't convinced.
Perhaps if I stare it just a little longer... it will eventually sink in.
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