My mother lives at the entrance of my life. The door is open. Bright light does not show up in my consciousness. I jumped back out of bed to reduce desire, and it was cold like a slap. You may say, I am not a morning person - I have never been there. I learned to hate them for years. Our parents insisted that they can not afford to buy the whole house, so we started heating up until mid-November. This is a nightmare in the morning. Once I wake up, I can manage it.
Every day we get up and we decide how we live our lives today. Personally, my mother tried to pull my life together so that if I were lying in the bed in half a day, and in the next 90 minutes, I could continue my day; shit become. It's not necessarily meaningful, but that usually means my destiny is being destroyed and I mean being destined to go to the television. When I wake up, I jump out of bed and pray for morning work in time before going to the gym and finish. By choosing to do simple things like getting up from bed and moving on time, I get the opportunity to change it to a good day. That's all I need to get a good day. That simple choice can solve other things that happened that day. In short, this is life.
One day, I do not know the reason ... 50 days ago, I had enough emotions to regret myself. I actually have Epiphany, but I do not remember what it is. There are a couple of things that remind me of this kind of life - it makes me feel sick. I have it everyday - now is the focus of life, my health is the only important fact. I will live forever in eternal fear, I will never "succeed", I never "succeed" never - but I suddenly noticed that it is not a problem . If I become healthy, I think that my idea will be relaxed and clearer if I can replace the shit with the most nutritious food, even if I can not drink it. Things - I feel really good! Of course, mental health is intertwined with physical health ... this time I am abusing my body - I! Fucking what I came. It is no wonder that I spent many years without feeling sick.