Thursday, August 11, 2016
pit of despair
I can feel myself sinking in. I blame my health this time, not just my fucked up brain chemistry. I feel hopeless about the migraine situation. My eye started hurting again for no reason whatsoever. No contact lenses were involved. No mascara or eyeliner. No beach sand. Mostly I haven't left my house because I've been exhausted from the week-long migraine jamboree.
Emma Peel sent me a present from her trip to Scotland, so I have that to look forward to. Right now, it's the little things keeping me going.