Whatever made me think I could commit to thirty days of writing on different topics? What made me think I could commit to thirty days of anything?
The next topic was if I had one place to travel in the world where would it be? I have no desire to travel overseas. Well, maybe the desire is there, but the money and the physical ability is nowhere to be found. This topic means nothing to me at this point in time. I feel lucky if I can make it through the day. When you live in survival mode, the last thing I think about is a dream to travel overseas. Maybe it is just me. As usual, depression and negativity have taken over again in full force.
I have no “dreams” today. I just want to survive the day without cowering in the corner or hiding in the closet. I just want to not have a memory that sends me into another part, which makes the body writhe in pain.
Well, I guess I tried.