I dont know why my moments of clarity always come at night. My nocturnal self had an epiphany, now at 2am, tomorrow I will start painting again, as necessary distraction together with daily yoga.
Positive thoughts, I was characterized as stubborn when I was 6 weeks old the “orphanage” by my caretaker in a letter to my parents. I’ll be damned if I will let this break me. One step at a time…I did not chose this but chose my future, and I chose to be happy and healthy, f*ck this, shit day officially over, new day tomorrow! Good night people.