Despite having plenty of time to it down and write a blog, I’m struggling to get back into if I’m honest. Not just blogging but liking, reading, sharing and of course posting!
My anxiety has manifested itself in some horrifically lucid dreams. One of which was about a family member who is no longer with us. He came back like nothing had happened. I could hug, smell and talk to him. I had collected lots of Harry Potter memorabilia as I thought he would love it. He brought Prudence our dear departed cat with him. I could feel his knitted jumper. Smell the aftershave he always wore.
My relationship with my parents is doing ok. Just ok. Phone calls are strained. We run out of things to talk about fairly quickly. Which we both note is awkward.
Weightloss is going at a happy skippy snail pace. It’s not at the forefront. My pants still fit. So it is ok, for now.
Holly is wonderful. She enjoys the warm weather. But gets grumpy when it rains.
Love Sooz x