5p Morning Pages ~ Blue Cypress Lake, FL
I made a mess of myself last night. I drank way too much and ate way too little. Make that nothing. I ate nothing, besides the bean burrito I had after my morning run.
I built a fire, but I hardly remember any of my time before it.
I tore Edward up over the Ivonne issue, which I thought I was completely over.
I have hardly a recollection of the day or night at all.
At some point I face-planted, and I think I may have broken my right clavicle. My face is skinned from my chin to my right eye, and I had to uncake dried blood from my right nostril this morning.
I hurt. I ache. And I am so tired of alcohol. I will never give up setting myself free. 2017 is my year. All I have to do is do it. And I know I can do it.
The sun is setting, and it is much cooler today.
I made it into town, and I got my labs done for my thyroid. Thank goodness too, because I have only four pills left. I’m proud of myself for getting it done, and it only cost me $10.
I made a stretch post of Facebook last night, about me being a closet writer. And about the fact that I now have no money nor means to support myself. Someone asked me who will play me in the movie. lol Oh how I wish I were good enough to make a story of.
And I am. I just have to hold to that belief, and the Universe is bound to bring it to fruition. I have a voice, and people value what I have to say. They tell me so, in so many surprising ways.