SCARS
You can't see my scars, but my insides are covered in them. But like this Warrior I will continue to fight, wearing them as my badges of honour every day knowing that I made it through.
Missy x
GOODBYE CHARLOTTE DAWSON
It’s been a rough weekend. I had a total meltdown on Friday night after a build up of stresses got the better of me. After taking my frustrations out on my partner, I ran off taking the keys to the car and ended up in a park down the road in the dark by myself sitting on a swing in a completely hysterical state just crying. Classic Bipolar episode, luckily I was lucid enough to tell my partner where I was so he could walk to where I was, as I was in no state to drive. I’ve been stressed for weeks and it just got too much, a complete emotional overload. I was stressed about dealings with a creative agency I’d been trying to work with to get my blog to where I want it to be within my small budget. I was stressed about issues with my parents and their separation and the toll it was taking on my relationship with my mum. I was stressed about the house and cleaning. I’d been stressed about my health and my weight. I’d been stressed about my partner and his work
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