It’s been a mixed bag of emotions this week. I feel like I’m on a wave, sometimes I’m a champion surfer riding the white horses, other times I’m struggling to stay afloat. I have found a new thing that helps though.
I picked up a pen this week and just started writing, mainly just words to describe how I was feeling. Some of these words formed sentences and some formed ‘kind of poems’. I call them that because I don’t know what else to call them. Most are too dark to share although I might share them when I feel better.
I say better although I don’t actually feel like there is a cure for me at the moment. Instead I feel there is a way of coping, but that’s OK because I can deal with that. The worst thing for me is not being in control.
I’ve taken a bit of a step away from Social Media for the time being, especially Facebook, so if you don’t see me on there that often don’t worry. Anyway here’s something I wrote on a happier day this week:
Packing up, moving out, moving in,
A laden car, a happy heart, a coffee along the way.
A noisy house, an untidy room, echoes of laughter,
A temporary happiness.
Needed, wanted, loved.