Time to think!

Sitting outside the hospital and going over the last 8 months realising that grief really does come in different ways.

When I lost my dad I lost myself, I got caught up in not feeling the pain by masking it with drink and drugs.

I thought that the people I was having a good time with were good for me but in reality they are just as lost as I am.

But I had a good kick up my arse the last couple of weeks and it’s finally hit me that I’m not ok but I can heal.

My dad will never be forgotten and I hope that wherever he is his pain free and enjoying his freedom.

Time to really short my life out now time to turn it around and find myself again!