A Room of One's Own (at last)

susanpickard.substack.com

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I am not a woman, but having just retired after more than 30 years of mental illness it finally feels like I am free.

I have a modest pension, a very modest lifestyle and I own my weatherboard cottage whose roof occasionally leaks.

I now spend my days mostly thinking. Pondering my life. Napping. Programming. I have few desires. Almost no wants. I just want to be left alone on the long slow downhill to my eventual passing.

These feel like they may just be the best years of my life, and it's early days

Sounds positively monastic, in the best way. Your magnum opus rendered as glorious coding codex is surely preordained. I'm reminded off Cyril Connolly's Pram in the Hallway. We are all prisoners of our brain chemistry.

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