I was reading this study of tattoos from a 19th century scientific report and this guy was talking quite sensibly about tattoos, origins and risks and then he just comes out with “women with tattoos are usually prostitutes” made me think of you
Its weird how everything the doctor said to me yesterday made sense. It took me ages to pluck up the courage to go talk to someone and I was this close to walking out of my appointment. But I stuck it out and im glad I did because it feels like a small weight off my shoulders. It never even occured to me that someone of the things I do we related to the grief, I just thought I was being a general moody, grumpy, loner bitch. Its kind of nice to have some sort of direction in how I can get better.
All the snow reminds me of when I bought Lula home for the first time. About a week later it snowed loads and she loved having her little red coat on and rolling around in the snow. Even though the snow was as deep as her little legs and she would have to bounce along to get anywear.