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brightlotusmoonOh my darker gods, this ridiculous: It now hurts to brush my hair. Like, the muscles and nerves in my arms and hands are burning and aching and spasming. No fair. It isn't right.
Brushing my hair is one of the few major happy endorphin rushing happy pleasures I have. I hate this. I may just have to put this on record and pretend that brushing my damn hair counts as a therapy workout or something.
Happy thoughts, positive emotions, birds singing, uilleann pipes and violins playing, dancing in meadows, floating on a giant lotus in a calm lake...
I am so sorry, you guys. I don't want to keep talking about this. I really do want all my posts to be like sunshine and soft cool breezes and decadent chocolate and playful kittens and bunnies. But I need to make records of everything. Even on Facebook. It does matter. I will make sure my next post is happier., even if I am sad. I don't want to be sad, or in pain, or exhausted, or any of this. I do my best, and everybody tells me what I should try, and sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't work, and I am so grateful. One day, things will be okay, no matter what.
No matter what.
Brushing my hair is one of the few major happy endorphin rushing happy pleasures I have. I hate this. I may just have to put this on record and pretend that brushing my damn hair counts as a therapy workout or something.
Happy thoughts, positive emotions, birds singing, uilleann pipes and violins playing, dancing in meadows, floating on a giant lotus in a calm lake...
I am so sorry, you guys. I don't want to keep talking about this. I really do want all my posts to be like sunshine and soft cool breezes and decadent chocolate and playful kittens and bunnies. But I need to make records of everything. Even on Facebook. It does matter. I will make sure my next post is happier., even if I am sad. I don't want to be sad, or in pain, or exhausted, or any of this. I do my best, and everybody tells me what I should try, and sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't work, and I am so grateful. One day, things will be okay, no matter what.
No matter what.
