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.