being in my head is like fumbling for a light switch in the dark. i can’t turn it off when it’s getting too loud, and i can’t turn it back on when i need the noise. i’m not in control.
Apologies for bringing this right back to the Victorians as per usual, but this is why Lady Franklin was who she became: you can’t divorce your husband when he’s the most famous Arctic ghost story the world’s ever heard (especially not when you were the one who made him that way, refusing to let him go quietly into that good Admiralty death list)
