Honestly, I really have had a nice day today. I’ve been productive and mostly in a good mood. I’ve done stuff. I’ve been outside. I went on walks. I ate real food.
Generally I’ve had a good day – and it’s been too long since that happened last time.
I picked up this flower on my way home from one of the walks and I really love taking photos of flowers. And today I felt inspired to do some editing. I’ve never edited this way before, but I really enjoyed it. Maybe in time I’ll find something worthy of being framed and put onto the wall. Maybe.
It doesn’t really matter. Today I’m just happy I’ve felt good. Already looking forward to that happening again.
Sometimes I dream. I dream a lot actually. Good and bad, terrifying nightmares and perfectly happy amazing dreams.
When I look at this picture I feel like I might be dreaming. Dreaming of freedom.
Freedom from my mind and all the bad stuff.
There is nothing bad in this photo. It’s just… it’s hopeful. I don’t know if anyone else share that feeling, but that is what I get from looking at it.
The photo isn’t mine. I found it on tumblr a long time ago while searching for something random. But since I’ve looked at it many times. For a long time I even had it hanging on my closet along with a bunch of other photos.
I can’t explain it, but there’s no need. Collect all the things that make you feel hopeful and happy. Keep them to yourself or share them, but most importantly, don’t let anyone take them away from you and say that it’s wrong.
One of my friends told me that yesterday. And it made my heart skip a beat.
He meant it. He was supportive. He knows most of what I’m going through and he cares. And he pointed out that the others (our group of friends) – that they all care. They worry and they will be there for me.
I told him I didn’t know what to ask for, didn’t know how they could help. He understood. It made sense to him. And I think he understood that it’s hard for me to talk about.
But the fact that they care. That he cares. We haven’t been friends for that long. 6 months.. somewhere around there. So it feels new. But I believe him anyway.
That’s enough to keep my mood up for today. I will try to remember. Even if I forget, I’ll have this post to look back on, and I’ll remember.
“We really care about you”
It sounds cheesy, but remember to tell your friends and family that they mean something to you. It might be what they need to get through a hard time.
It was hard. And very painful now that it’s done. But at least it’s done now. I wont have to repeat it and hopefully the painkillers will work their magic on me well.
It’s been 6 hours since it now and I’m only a little swollen. It will get much worse the next two days, but for now I’m just happy. It hurts, a lot. But I can deal with it so far. I’m just happy that I’m on the other side of these two stressful days and now can focus on the future and whatever I want to!