Today I have not been a strong woman.
Today I have been a woman in hiding, sheltering behind the walls of food television, internet recipe sites and You Tube cooking videos.
I was going to go to the march in London, I was going to do so much but the very thought of setting foot outside of my house today filled me with uncertainty and anxiety.
Attempting to be a strong woman has its price, and that price is a collapse of anything even approaching strength. It’s not something I am particularly proud of, and I’m not usually one to run away, but there has been so much over the past 12 months piling on that I’m not sure that strength is possible at the moment.
So yes, I’m hiding. I’m avoiding the news because it’s full of That Man, and I have no wish to even talk about him or use his name.
I’m going to be hiding tomorrow. I suspect I will be hiding for a while.