I’m not well, but trying to be positive. Yesterday I spent some time writing a positive plan back to healthier living. Take the medication, self-care, eat properly, drink more water.
Went to bed feeling sure things would get better.
Didn’t sleep well, but this morning took my medication, drank some water, had a lovely hot shower.
Then had a slice (the final) of chocolate cake and drank two glasses of wine. Why don’t I take my own advice?
Because… The cake was there. The wine was there. The weather is cold and cloudy and bloody miserable and I feel trapped in a gloomy cold world and… you know – it doesn’t matter. Because the first part of the day – the meds, the water, the shower – was really good, and tomorrow is Sunday and Sundays don’t count, but Monday will be a Fresh Start.