On Schedules, Soberism & Sickness.
Yes, I am not THAT well.
Thanks for reading♡
Yes, I am not THAT well.
I owe this space and well, you. Yes you. You who cares to click on my space and for that let me THANK YOU.
But.
Tell me, how can one be so grounded and balanced? This year, I can't. I just can't...especially when I dole out my rice bowl into the mix.
How can I snap my finger and just 'be okay'?
If you have seen my Instagram feed, the hospital had been my constant sanctuary ...
N O T.
.
With every needle pricking my cranked veins, not only my arms felt sore but my thoughts.
But then if I tell you the whole story here, would you care?
You might say, "Please lah dear, it IS Christmas for Christ's sake."
So lemme have the luxury of time to allow my thoughts to simmer. In which reminds me to frantically prepare my Sober Casserole Dish for Noche Buena later. Care for a scoop then?
So lemme have the luxury of time to allow my thoughts to simmer. In which reminds me to frantically prepare my Sober Casserole Dish for Noche Buena later. Care for a scoop then?
I apologize if I let negativity creep on you at this moment.
But I do think I owe you an update and not just me lifting a creative weight off of my weary shoulders.
Meanwhile..
I'll be braving the cold weather and 'this' sickness.
Because it is, after all, my war.
Thanks for reading♡
On Schedules, Soberism & Sickness.
Yes, I am not THAT well.