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.
The room above the garage
A Moodscope member.
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