To Me She’s Royalty.

We are so lucky to have had Carrie Fisher in this world. So lucky. 

She never seamed to be afraid of showing the world who she was 100% she put herself out there to help others.

I blog about mental health almost daily but do so somewhat anonymously I hope one day to be as open and honest as she was.

This statment is so true. Everyone who reads my blogs are strong people your survivers don’t forget that. Keep strong it’s not easy. We can surly find strength in each other don’t be afraid to connect . Drop a comment I’m always here .

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Reflection.

This couldn’t be a  more accurate description of my situation.
I’ve had ups and downs but threw it all I no at the bottom off me that things do get better.

Sometimes it can be as easy as looking at your history. 

I’ve been there break ups and they have fucking hurt. You just got to learn from them take the lesson and move on in your own way.

I’m sure in some time I will look back at this time and realise I got threw it.

Keep It Inside.

I have a lot of people asking me “are you okay”. Most of the time in my head I’m thinking. I was until you asked me dam it!

Truth is I’ve been hurting for weeks now (it’s what I deserve). I just think keeping it to myself is better for everyone else. Plus’s the one person I felt I could talk to about this I can’t anymore.

Do you find yourself doing the same thing ? I bet you do. It sucks right?

I just don’t want to hurt anyone else. I don’t want what I’m going threw to bring others down.

Wise.

Yes dam right yes !

Have you ever had the thought “I wish I could relive school” it comes from the basis of this .

For me situations I’ve been through I have reflected on later and wish I’d done better. I suppose it’s all a learning curve this thing we call life.

All you can do is approach life with understanding and forgiveness . Trying to do the right thing all the time is impossible. However understanding peoples faults is far more important.

Keep safe , smile.

Broken.

Letter To Her.

I fucking miss you. I spend most of my time upset walking endlessly for miles. Record so far is 12miles after work.

I listen to music. I think about what I have done. What I wish I could change. 

You see you are stronger than me well at least it seams that way. I’ve practically been ignored for 2 weeks as you try to move on by being cold I suppose .

The nights are the worst. I get a avarage of 4 hours of sleep a night.

I have dreams that fuck with me. Ones were you’ve messaged and I wake up and grab my phone to realise it’s a dream. 

There the worst.

Dreams were I go to the moment I fucked shit up and I get the chance to stop myself.

I fuckig miss us.

I have so many questions. I just don’t no what to do with myself.

Nice.

I Am sensitive.

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