I start again, and die, and die, and die.
And start again.
Today seems as good a day as any
I thought I was lost, but you have to know where you want to go in order to be lost. I’m no longer lost, I’m just not found.
….it occurred to me that I was turning into a short, dumpy Polish woman.
Turns out fear is a powerful motivator.
Ok…during ironing today it occurred to me that I viewed taking a warm bath with razor blades as a valid lifestyle choice. This is fucked up. I need help again. I need to keep getting help. I need to accept that I am valid enough to get help.
A 100,000 tonnes aircraft carrier sized of OMFG! I was only looking up caffeine. I might have stumbled across something that could literally help me understand my past and give me more of a future. I’m stunned!
Feel like curling up, giving up.
I should sleep