12 months to the day I walked away from someone I didn’t want to leave. 12 months on, from the sheer torture of recurring dreams and incessant thoughts 24 hours of the day, I’m finally turning a corner.
I have lots to be thankful for, my children, my forthcoming first grandchild and the rebuilding of my relationship with my mother. I’m still alive and the sun is beginning to shine. I’ve got a bit of film work and work in general is picking up. My bagpipes will be ready in a couple of weeks and I can’t wait to make some music again. I am continuing to try and find answers about my mental health and I’m if the opinion that I have Borderline personality disorder. I’m waiting to see the shrink to discuss it. My physical health is poor and I cannot get to see a podiatrist for love nor money. I will continue to bother the doctors. I’m now sleeping in my bed which is a lot better than my couch and I’ve started to take pride in my appearance again, which has slipped the past few months.
I still think of R everyday but the pain lessens the further away I get. I still hope that she will feel that she can get in touch one day.
Onwards and upwards and I continue to walk through the valley where I fear no evil and my family comfort me! Have a great weekend everyone.
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