Monthly Archives: November 2017

I Slipped, not on Ice


I messaged the narc-ex today. I broke the no contact agreement. Like I should have known, he did not message back. I cried. I cried. I cried today. Did I say I cried today? Nobody asked if I was ok so hopefully they didn’t even notice my pain. I’m fighting this battle every day. I am not going to give up. I slipped today, since it was not on ice… I think >>> no I KNOW I can get up.

Shaved My Legs…


For me, it’s been a rough couple of weeks. I promised myself to push forward each and every day. A foot tattoo reminds me not to sink. Opposite of that there is a reminder to take one step at a time. Today there were laughs and tears. Today there was anger, hurt, anxiety, happiness, love, hope, confusion, emptiness, friendship…. so many emotions during the 15 hours I have been awake; so many I can’t name them all. However, after all was said and done I shaved my legs tonight. That’s more than I have done for myself in months and I believe that’s a sign that it’s going to be alright. 

Did you shave? Did you do for yourself today? Did you push through the urge to say fuck it all and turn in to bed early and depressed to do one thing to make yourself better? I hope so! If not, do it now, just a few minutes before you count those sheep…. 

Shave your legs tonight …

           Remind yourself it will be alright …