Any and Everything

I’ve been sorting myself out these last few days. I’m still no closer to figuring myself out. Who knew…

I sorted the kitchen and did some stats work. I’m happy to say by all accounts I am on track. I couldn’t get Josh out of my head today. I had a couple of good cries. It was theraputic.

I’m trying to gain control of this fucking crazy train. I can’t afford to derail. Thankfully, I do feel as if I have a firm grasp on things.

The girls need me to keep hold and hang on. I need to get some more death certificates. I need to get a stronger grip. Why is today so hard. Why me?