Small things help to keep me going just as much as they can knock me sideways. I know how important self-care is, so I go and I get my nails done because they make me feel good. I paint my eyebrows on every day because without them I look as tired as I often feel. I buy creams and moisturisers from Lush to heal my tattoos and hydrate my sandpaper skin.
I'm still working things out though. I don't think I hate myself as much as I once did. There are good days and bad days, and healing (both physical and mental) is not always a straightforward thing. I have to try to be positive through the negative. The path with no obstacles probably leads nowhere.
Inbetween packing up and unpacking my life, I have focused on a few things other than feeling sorry for myself. I spent a few days with my cousin Gronk, writing and recording some music (which you can listen to HERE) I had a few days down near Brighton with my Dad and I've been watching the new season of Game of Thrones which keeps my mind occupied with theories and dreams of other worlds.
I'm really looking forward to next week- Nottingham, Busted, friends I haven't seen in a while, tattoo sessions and some time to relax.
I suppose it's not all bad, ey.