There are days with this sickness that I feeling like I am walking down a dark corridor. It is dark and scary and I can’t see anything. I can’t see the walls, I can’t see my feet I can’t see my hands in front of my face. There is just nothing that can make you feel more helpless than that feeling of being completely lost in darkness.
And yet I solider on I make myself walk through that dark tunnel because I know somewhere at the end there is light. And on the days when I feel I am lost in the dark I do get my spots of light. Not to much my family, bless them most of them don’t even know what to say to me. They keep their distance. Only my Mother and my Husband talk to me with any regular intervals. But my friends. I have a good network of friends. Anah and Vere and Sara without the H and Sarah with the H. And Fetch and Sippy. All of you have become my light at the end of my dark tunnel and I thank you.
Today I shall keep going, keep trudging and keep hoping. I just want to make it to Thursday. Thursday at Midnight I can enjoy a few hours of happiness when I go to the premier of New Moon. I have my ticket I will go. And I will enjoy it. I will go early so I can get a good seat, and get in some reading before hand. Because when I read my books I can get lost in their stories and not my own.
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I just saw this... I love you too! <3
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