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HELLO READERS!

This letter is a form of peaceful protest against myself but before I get into those musings please check out my latest endeavours as described down below.

I’ve missed the vibe over on this side of my Substack. I’m looking forward to writing this newsletter knowing that there are so many good people out there in the big wide world who might get a chance to read it. Just before we start, if you’ve missed me writing to you here - well, that goes without question ‘of course you’ve missed me!’ - then why not consider joining me over to where I’m hanging out on Substack. If this part doesn’t interest you at all please don’t close the page. Scroll a bit further down to read my letter to you today.

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I have been writing in spurts on the ‘‘daily’’ publication because I although all I do to enjoy myself everyday is a bit of reading, some writing and a lot of thinking.

I couldn’t always get a letter out every single day, so I slowly dipped my ‘fingers’ back into it by giving myself a 14 day daily challenge. I messed the first challenge up a few weeks ago, managed to complete it by the skin of my teeth but it had fell on bad times with me and ‘the fella indoors’.

I started another one 2 days ago and already there are hard times at home that I had to write about. It just seems to be cursed or something. Unless, I do it subconsciously on the worse weeks of my life, to prevent me from processing the pain surrounded by what’s happening around me, stressfully speaking!

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**Trigger Warnings: My use of foul language comes out more on THE DAILY CHASE almost use it as punctuation. There are no filters over there. Life’s hard enough as it without gagging myself in my writing life.**

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3 months ago · 3 likes · 2 comments · Chasey Delaney

TUESDAY 14 OCT 2025

Dear Chasers!

My earliest lessons on romance instructed me that love meant:

• sacrifice

• pity

• resentment

• dishonesty

• it was an underlying currency that relied on natural ability

• unspoken, unheard, and swept under the carpet until difficult times when it may or may not be sought out from under the floorboards of our souls and recovered.

We were not a family who talked about love and even as a child, none of my relatives, including my grandparents who were my legal guardians, ever told me they loved me. I’m sure they did a couple of times in my childhood but not to the extent other families did then or do now. I mean most of the time I hate my boyfriend and he hates me too but whenever we leave the house, it’s always “see ya, love you!”. In fact its even more enthusiastic whenever we’re departing from each other. Exaggerated even?

Preparing for “Inevitable Changes”

Somehow, throughout this week, I’ve been managing to overcome my emotional flimsiness. I have been rebuilding quietly and think I’m almost about ready now to prepare for my next chapter. I’m talking about personal life and relationships of course, do I ever talk about much else!? I wish I was talking about a novel or memoir I’ve been writing or something, but somehow those kind of chapters scare me a lot more than eras of life. There’s something about familiarity that makes for a more comfortable experience, and I find the ‘inevitable’ things in life less daunting because:

1. I know about them therefore they are familiar to me and I expect it.

2. I won’t be the only person in the world who has ever had to deal with it.

3. There’s nothing that I can do to avoid the ‘inevitable’ apart from go through it.

The inevitable experience which I am talking about is a mix of two things, both involve change. The first is about heading into the middle ages (not planning on rubbing shoulders with William the Conqueror or anything) that would be quite challenging for me. Imagine a Norman King entertaining a Schizophrenic female… a ginger haired one at that, It’d be ‘off with her head’ or something.

I’m glad I wasn’t around in the real middle-ages. It makes being 43 and colliding with those I love on a one way street into the unknown is a closer step to dying and being alone, feel like a walk in the park (on a chilly day). Uncomfortable but more enjoyable than anything else.

I’m hurtling toward my final chapter in life before Mort comes to find me with his overturned glass egg-timer tapping it and rolling his eyes, “have you seen the time?” he’s saying. Come on love I’ve come to collect your soul now. This times its for real, no paying me off with bodily fluids, parts of your past. Memories now are useless to my Master”. (DEATH) is always around the corner in my mind, I am almost resigned to it which is a reflection on my life as it is and the way I live it. I wish I had the time of my life where I think about my exit from this world with fear and trepidation, not smiling and welcoming it with open fucking arms! *instant apologies* I tend to try not to use this kind of language on this particular publication. I let it all out elsewhere!

I need to let go at some point and go it alone. We all die by ourselves don’t we… wait! before this letter takes on too much of a morbid tone, I think I’ll check myself and move us on to the main change to come which isn’t 100% inevitable it’s possibly on the cards and/or has been from the very start 15 years ago.. YES DEAR, I am talking about my relationship with my O.H. (other half) , my cohabitation partner, the bane of my life, the man I still love. The only love I know. I think its drawing to a natural close.

If the inevitable change arises whereby my relationship ends, gets terminated somehow, either suddenly or gradually, on dire terms or amicably; I’d like to know that I’m going to be alright and OK at home alone. IN the past when I was in my early and late 20’s I couldn’t handle it, I couldn’t cope.

I think that’s when I became ‘WOKE’ - in a higher level of consciousness way - not that I understood and related to people who identified as dogs or teapots or anything like that. I’m not against any group of people, or any individual. I’m not unkind to anyone. I treat everybody else in the world the same as I’ve always treated myself. ‘I have no time for them and wish they’d all just fuck off!’

I’m obviously, not coming across correctly. I mean, up until this year. I’ve hid myself away. I’ve hated myself and took no time getting to know or appreciate who I am at all. I don’t want find myself a single, wrinkled, fat aging spinster at 53 with nothing but a mental health label and any old flip flop to show for it.

Leaning in to love myself will assist me going forward slowly step-by-step into the rest of my life alone. I don’t want to end up driving myself crazy to the point of no return! I want to be my own comfort, I want to have reached a higher state of love, I want to love myself over that finishing line. I’m ready to make a go of my life from the inside out. I have come to understand that love is not an external experience. Love is an internal experience, found and felt from within. A relationship is supposed to assist you in cultivating more love, but in the end, ultimately - like a mirror it will only amplify the abundance or lack of love we carry towards ourselves.

I’m learning to give love to myself (I might not be first on my list just yet, I still put the person who doesn’t care less first, and anyone else for that matter. I heard somewhere that, “you can’t love anyone until you love yourself”. I’m not quite there yet. Not even close to liking myself much either. I’m just learning how to ‘get along and co-operate with her a little bit better, and it is better than before. Before now, I’ve always hated the ground I walked on, prayed that it would just open up and collapse and sink into the earth, sucking me down with it. Now, anyone can try to drag me down and I’m like this:

EXIT SONG:

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Yours Lovingly,

Your mate, Chasey..!! x