I scratched my leg up real bad today. I never thought I’d actually go there. But I stopped myself when I got to the scissors. The sharp end of a tube of super glue was fine though. Except it wasn’t. That shouldn’t have felt so comforting. I need to pull myself out of this. I will.
My wife (aka one of my best friends) and I have decided that we’re going to be more positive and make ourselves be happier. We’ve planned to make lists of things that make us happy and give ourselves one thing a week to look forward to. We’re stopping this negative talk and we’re going to be happy. We got this.
God, I hope we do.
Wish us luck.