Hello everyone. Thank you SO SO MUCH for your sweet comments and wishes from last week. It means a lot and brightens up my day. This next week at the clinic was full of ups and downs. More ups actually but it started very stressful. Here’s the story:
August 28. A very bad day. My Martin had to pick me up and I slept the rest of the day. It was just overwhelmingly disturbing and I had no explanation why.
August 29. A very good day. I had a wonderful night of sleep and felt super. It felt so great that I stitched happy french knots round my stitching project.
August 30. Again a very good day. But that’s scary, too. One day you feel broken and the next you’re all giddy and jippieh. Difficult. So so difficult.
August 31. My reward for having survived the first week. A cheerful color and it made my day.
September 1. Second attempt to join a social event outside but I realized – again – I can’t stand crowds together with loud music. So I escaped into an empty bar and waited until it was time to go. Not the best solution but a compromise.
September 2. A cup of tea in the evening trying to prepare myself for the second week.
September 3. Took this picture 3 minutes before going to sleep because I forgot to take one during the day. Because I forget the most simple things. Sometimes it’s about getting up and coming home. In between there’s not much at some days.
September 4. Found this in a book and welcomed it with a smile. Finally i can admit to myself that it’s NOT always about being strong. I’ve been that for too long and that’s what caused all this mess. It’s important to let go sometimes and admit weakness and vulnerability. Fighting for too long WILL tear you down one day. Let the healing begin!