I love France. Many holidays in France as a child. With family, with school. Husband hates France and the French; he's never been there.
Too much going on to write anything.
I could talk for hours but I'm choosing to stay silent.
I'm very worried BUT calmly accepting the anxiety, fed by a very REAL source.
Just some health fuck-ups. Maybe they're not as bad as I imagine or maybe they're worse.
I can't write, currently, as I don't know how to feel, so I've put my feelings on hold and consequently can't write. But I AM happy. IAM HAPPY and I'm SMILING.
It's not the ED. It's about something bigger than that
De rire souvent!