bad

Yesterday was a bad day. I don't think either of us realised quite how bad until the husband came home from a meeting to find his doofas curled up in the spare bed unable to explain why there were tears or why she was in the spare bed.

I am determined to make today more cheerful. I know that these silly emotions come from within, but I also know that what I do and how I allow myself to think affects these silly emotions. So today I am focussing on things I am thankful for, people who make my life a million times better just by their presence in it and on being a positive person. I am not letting this illness rule my life and my emotions, I am not letting the silliness of others affect how I feel, I am not focussing on what I don't have. I am being grateful for the immense amount I do have, for all the love in my life and the many blessings I have. I mean how many people go to bed hungry, having to have drunk water that could make them ill and with no real roof over their head. This has never happened my whole life, if no where that is a good place to start your thanks with doofas.