Stolen

When your thoughts aren't your own, the seconds seem like hours and an hour flys by like a minute.

When you can't think straight the whole world goes by in a blur. You don't see anyone, anything.

When you just want to stay curled up in bed, your body moves but you can't feel a thing.

When you've had just about enough, something else lands on your shoulders, making it every little bit harder to keep on pushing.

Take Two

I told myself I'd stick to writing this blog. I actually surprised myself at how long I did. But then as usual, I slacked off.
But everything deserves a second chance, including my blog.

So here goes..

Tuesday 27th October 6.27pm

Tired, grumpy and over it!
Wish I could pack up and go some place else, but that would be cheating, the easy way out.

22 long, miserable, stress creating days left to go. Yet it surprises me how I can hate something so much yet still be slightly terrified for it to end. It once again brings up the question "where to next?"

"Just try and take it one day at a time".. this, I believe, is impossible!
How could we truly live in a world where people live one day at a time?
Could we really go on, not thinking about next week, next month, next year?

Rather than "simply" living one day at a time what we need to do is try and learn how to deal with whats to come in life as well as being okay with the unknown, yet still embrace the possible joys each day has to offer.

The question is.. how?