Very sore hands. Very, very sore hands. Trying not to stay in the trance of thinking about my very sore hands…so I recorded a talkie about the good things that have been happening lately.
Whenever I feel depressed, I also feel a little bit guilty. There is a difference between sadness and depression. When nothing can be done to stop whatever is upsetting me, I am the only thing that can make me feel better. How? By choosing to. It’s just a choice, that’s all. The more that I am aware of the choice, the easier it is to let go of the feeling of desolation. It’s not always easy to see the choice, but it is always there.
Getting to this realisation by lunchtime on a flare day makes me feel a little chuffed. I am making progress, flares are just flares and eventually I will have a nice, new, pretty dress.
Love & Lollipops,