My Twitter followers will be aware that on my self-love journey (more on that yet to come) to Belgium, I witnessed a man kill himself. I won't go into further detail about the incident, as having to relive it by retelling family, has caused me to fall back on my default position; humour. I have laughed through the ordeal, giggled through the local's reactions, and dismissed the impact it has had on me, all in an effort to deny it to my family, and myself, that it left some sort of impression on me.
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