Ein mutiger Mensch

I think this is the third appearance of these woman in my Blip.  I can't find out anything about them though, which is a bit annoying.  I'm probably looking in the wrong places. 

I think midday is the wrong time to photograph them though.  

But I was in the city centre for my first proper appointment with my therapist.

Ow. Or rather "Aua".  That was painful.  The problem with going through those things that happened in my life is that I get the film of them running through my head and I can remember exactly how scared I was pretty much all the time. 

My therapist gave me the title for today's Blip.  It's what he called me.

Apparently people go to sessions with him and try to hide their problems.  

I don't.

I have problems and I want to fix them.  This is no way to live.  A life lived in fear is a life half lived and all that.  It takes a certain amount of courage to completely open up to someone - to say "Look what a mess I am, please help me to repair this."

And I've had a couple of people say that I am "ein mutiger Mensch" just for being so open and for the work I'm putting in to getting better. I will continue to try.

Which is a lot more than can be said for our local bus company.  Yes, the saga of Peter & The Buses From Hell goes on.  It was 30°C here, more when you weren't in the shade.  I thought I'd pop down to Schierstein on the number 5 bus, photograph something at the harbour and then get a bus home.

Getting the 5 was no problem.  We got to the Waldstraße bus stop, which is the middle of nowhere, and the driver did that whole "Everybody off please, we're not going any further". I can't get any bus from there that goes anywhere near home, and so I had to walk.  It took an hour.  An hour in really strong sunshine.  I was dripping when I got home.

Thanks ESWE, your service has no equal.