10 May 2012
The morning clock, ringing pain in my head, reaching for silence, the household demanding. Dogs and cat shouting, desperate to be fed, pet ownership was supposed to be rewarding. Cold iron nails penetrate deeper, I wish I was dead, scrabble for tablets to stop the pain encroaching. The door bell, a parcel and more drivel to be read, why do I do this every day, all I'm doing is enduring. I give in, today I'm going back to bed. Sometimes I worry their is a pattern repeating.
We all have patterns in our lives, I know that I have a tendency to look for patterns everywhere. Habits are merely patterns of behaviour repeated subconsciously, rewriting them is extremely hard, I know this too.
Head Aches • Opuss № I