Het nieuwe jaar alweer (bijna) een maand oud.
Almost one month ago I listened to my heart and left home. How my health improved quickly, but my heart is weeping heavy. And I wonder how many months have to pass until I feel happy again. But I push myself into the next gear: forwards that is. The wounds will heal eventually, as they have always done. There are friends I can run to and if I really need a good cry I get into my car and drive the motorway, music loud and full speed.
There are so many things that have to be done. Only early rising tells me I don’t feel happy, my head spinning and sometimes I just want to vanish into thin air. What’s the point of living?
But in my garden I can heal, slowly.