(Small thread 1 of 6) I'm not liking myself much at the moment because of Brexit. It's set me against half of my own country and it's brought out my very worst instincts. My initial judgments about others are primed by whether they voted leave or remain...

(2 of 6) ...,and my appraisals, and even worth, of strangers are viewed through this gimlet binary prism. Despite more widely living in a Remain area, my direct surroundings are filled with what I disparagingly call "gammon". Days like today: the endless Brexit betrayals...

(3 of 6) ...clustering around the nexus of No Deal has been a weirdly overwhelming experience. The streets to my flat are populated with St. George worshipping turkeys only too happy to have voted for their Brexit Christmas. Their bovine stupidity makes me feel contempt...

(4 of 6) and their gormless home-grown predilection for racism & idle bigotry make me view them as something less than human (yes, I see the hypocrisy). And yet...

I hate myself for going down this road. For where this has led some of us - well, me. I had a good upbringing...

(5 of 6) ...and I was taught to try and love and not loathe. But I can't see a way through it, despite trying very hard. Our divorce from the EU has been like having something hugely precious stolen. As though an integral bit of "me" has been pilfered, and,...

(6 of 6) ...like any perceived injustice, it brings up extreme feelings: recrimination, anger, bewilderment - and all of these sensations must be worked through to get to some resolution. And that's where the fear is, because I worry the resolution won't come in my lifetime.