Today I found myself sitting on the edge of my bed, hugging Tigger with tears streaming down my face with no apparent reason (even to myself). A few days ago, I caught myself wondering what will happen if I swallowed more than the prescribed dose of panadol.
The only reason I'm not dead right now is because I have too much to live for.
Expectations of life, I guess.
3 comments:
Don't worry Debbie. My expectations have made things interesting for me as well.
*sigh*
debssss
how are ya? i'm feeling a bit blah too recently. need to rediscover living with purpose!
take care ok.
Are you all right babe?
*hugs*
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