a weekend of craziness. which led into a sunday full of the symptoms of withdrawal (due to the fact that i had accidently forgotten to take four dosages of topamax). means i still have the shakes. but a monday morning which opens with a bit of pilates and a wheat-free apple cinnamon waffle and a glass of orange juice... well, it can only mean one thing: change is in the air.
and not just change in the sense of talking about it. the bruises will heal. and the pain will subside. the reality is in thinking i must be perfect all the time, i simply create a bed to lie on... where i can never escape a world of hurt. and no. the journey will never be easy. but bit by bit. i can do it.
simply must believe.
1 comment:
i like d pic of flower. Daisy?
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