The last weeks of summer were quite challenging to me. It felt right and good to return back to the usual digging activity, just like other years I've been growing and that's a good thing. However, this period I'm living is hammering my sense of self like anything before it and... I'm feeling quite in random pieces glued together. Some friends of mine really discombombulate me, not in a bad or hurting way, but still. I think they made good points and bad points, I know they love me but I don't think they get me at that depth (maybe because they always see me in that close context that is the two week of digging). I'm quite close to emotional self-destruction.