I haven’t written in a long while. I haven’t felt creative at all. And when you think it can only get better… sometimes it doesn’t. But we must remember we have our health, our homes, our food, and I’m still trying to figure out the happiness part. Why can’t life be like the childhood stories we read, “and they lived happily ever after”.
Maybe once we realize that the ups and downs are what keep us alive, is when we see each day as a ‘happily ever after’. I’m not sure exactly. But I do know I have to try a bit harder to express the positives for myself. Waking up with a panic attack, reminds me I’m alive! So onward with the day, as my Mum would tell me.
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