I used to love driving it's no longer fun. too many bad drivers. more work. its a battlefield.
I'm still judging what I should be doing, feeling, thinking. I spent 8 years bed ridden. unable to do much. the bare minimum to survive.
I'm listening nonstop to Louise Hay healing sorrow. I'm feeling lighter.
New Behavior. I'm taking what I need to heal. time out.
I finally forgive myself for loving my sisters after they've used me. I hate that I still love them. I hate myself for loving them.
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