Everyday, I try.
I try to help me.
Today, I painted my nails.
They are teal
and they have a crazy sparkle overcoat thing on them
They are for Cpt. America this weekend!
Because I am gonna go out,
I am gonna feel good.
I also got new stuff for my face.
I call it "Hope in a Bag"
Like that Philosophy brand's "Renewed Hope in a Jar"
juuuuuuuust a whole lot less expensive
(though that stuff is really nice.)
I must keep up the encouragement
I must keep up the drive
I am thinking about getting a journal
and at the end of the day, writing what I did that day
just a list,
a handwritten list to recovery, to new-found strength and happiness
there is an innate power in writing things by hand
I even thought about getting myself stickers to make my own homage to preschool in helping myself!
I only get a sticker on that day if I accomplish a few goals or something.
Maybe that's too much, but maybe that's the silly kind of motivation I need?
After a certain amount of stickers I take myself out to eat. By myself, somewhere.
Food motivates me like nothing else ever... it's the best...
I also looked at painting supplies yesterday
It'll cost me like $30 to get some brushes, some paint, and a few canvases
I still have to work so hard
to make me me again
I am so vibrant and full of life and keeping myself locked in my room is just
such a waste?
What a nice thing to type.
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