It feels like I’m close to a panic attack or something. I’ve absorbed a lot of negative energy from someone who really needed to let it out. But there is nothing that you can do to facilitate their anguish, hate and resentment. I used to hold grudges in the past, too, mainly because they gave me something to write about, literally. It wasn’t until years later when I realised that holding on to pain is nothing but stupid, and the writing turned out to be full of self-pity, like this blog. But I’m past that age.
I’ve made a lot of changes since then. I’ve been working on my own happiness, and I can’t wait to return to Canada and continue with that because it is impossible in Germany. Things are sad here, no matter what you saw on my social media. I only happened to bookmark the happy moments. Who wants to see or read about the sad ones, right?
In fact, I haven’t really had a day off to myself, so I don’t feel particularly rested, and time has gone fast. My book’s not ready to be published yet. I haven’t watched my series, not to mention the new Twin Peaks. I have no time.
I don’t remember the last time my dermatitis was so bad. Combine all this with post-pill acne and general allergies. It could be a cross allergy. It’s getting better now, though, but my face was burning.
My old habits of sleeping in till late and going to bed late kicked in as well. Home makes me deadly sluggish. And I can’t keep up with my workout, although my wrist feels better. I want to go into detail about a lot of things, but I’m not going to. This will have to wait until the first draft of my memoir. I currently feel like I’m unable to feel hope. There are people whose mental state is unchangeable. No matter how constructive and positive you’re trying to be – they shrug you off because they don’t have the will to believe. How deeply hurt and angry must they be?! It’s like trying to break down a brick wall with your bare hands.
I’m also making a huge effort to meet as many friends as possible because I care, but there is no way I can fit four coffees in a day, and I’m sorry. I also feel like I need to crawl into a hole for a while and recharge. I’ll also be making the most of home.
Things will be finalized and executed in June. No excuses. I will tell you about the e-book, I promise.
