i am unfazed by whatever i am thrown into because now i realise i can float. i am tired and sleepy but i am good because adament, unyielding faith turns visions into reality and even though i can’t breathe sometimes and my heart pounds and blood curdles like a very bad rockyhorror show it can become a cult hit. FULLSTOP. the first two weeks are often the worst, as most who have swam this way would tell you. no one understands it more than those who have gone through it, but we become GI JANES and although war is starting to pick up, i now have my proper amunition through learning to love. AMEN!

K is back from her blogging fast (hooray) and says that our own crosses are always the hardest to bear. how true, and(yet)embarrassing to know that she was there when i was weak with tears in my hair, falling, body crouching. veryunsightly. funny how friendships form. she says the hardest battles are fought in secret. And if you don’t fight them in the secret, you will never fight them at all, and they will never be won.

Krys, keep fighting. i’m here. we don’t necesarily need to carry everything upon ourselves but you know i’m here- and i hope that’s enough. i am grateful that we still share (albeit onlinesharing) and you are never forgotten.

If ever it’s my turn to sit by your side while you curdle up in bed, foetus like, and decide it’s too difficult to get up, let me know. I Miss You.