There’s nothing like breathing a little sigh of relief.
This doesn’t happen often, normally the worries get a hold and I start panicking over things that haven’t happened yet or the things that could happen or over thinking things that have happened.
But at the moment those things aren’t mattering.
Coming back home today has been lovely, nice to see the family, had an awesome steak salad and ran back at home. Now on the sofa with tea watching my new obsession… downton abbey.
And this doesn’t mean to say things haven’t gone wrong today, just that I’m starting to let them brush over like clouds in the wind.
It’s making me realise that being on a high dose of happy pills isn’t the worst thing ever. After a bit of a fight about it, surely something that makes my brain function like a normal person can’t be all that bad. I think I feared people can see it, and that the tablets control me more than me controlling myself. But realising now, I’m still me, but all they do is level me out. After all, I would say the same thing to other people, and learn the same at uni.
Just a shame I can’t take my own advice!
P.s landscape photos are becoming a habit, so here’s some of the lovely harbour ❤️