Such a bizarre, strange and effed up week. It started with such a high, plummeted immediately to an all time low then has gradually got better as the days have passed. The most remarkable six days.
Yet I’m still alive (in all senses).
Talking is good. It works. It helps.
Other things may be different, but they too will build once more.
They always will be.
Always.
Castles Made Of Sand 