Sunday. Day of rest!

Everyday seems like a Sunday. It's hard to focus sometimes on what's going to happen next. I am blessed to be alive but its tough. Mood swings, anxiety, who do i trust why trust anything, trying to be me and on and on. I almost need a break, a big break for me and those i have hurt along the way. I have survivors guilt, guilt of not being there for my family. Not trusting friends, being a person that worries about sins. But if i don't focus then why am i here. I am a good person on the inside to. People sometimes take me the total wrong way and that makes so sad. 

So its Sunday and tomorrow is a new day and new week. Take care and peace....

meeting flyer