I’m fighting the good fight.

Each day. I haven’t cried since Sunday. A few minutes here and there I have some rays of hope. Then it goes away and I am left to try again. I am taking it a moment at a time. They call it mindfulness at therapy.

It still hurts to smile though.

My mother said that my voice sounds like there is more life in it today.

I just wanted to write a little something. I suppose I could offer a random swear for shits and giggles.

Now to use it in a sentence. My ex is a giant wank chop.