I haven’t felt particularly well this last 3-4 weeks. Nothing too worrying, my mental health is dipping but I know why and that’s half the battle.

And it is a battle.

It’s always a battle.

I don’t like fighting.

I don’t even like debate.

I’m an old-fashioned love everybody type soul.

So, battles hurt. And make me weepy.

I'm using up energy pretending I'm ok. I haven’t a walk in me. My head hurts and I feel I could sleep. So I will drive to my parents house to deliver a package, but I’ll park two streets away and make myself walk just a tiny bit. Sometimes just the smallest thing can help a tiny bit. Battle on pals, however this day finds you. 

Love from

The room above the garage

A Moodscope member.