I am grateful I went to the movies and forgot about the cats all together. It was sooo good not to worry. The worry goes into another round. Paula won’t eat since Dora started yesterday and pukes out the little she just ate. Don’t understand and really don’t know what to do. Let’s see what the vet is saying on Monday.
Back to James Bond. I liked it very much. Didn’t like the end at all.
Grateful I am sober and won’t listen to the fucking bitch saying not feeling would be great now. No, it would not. I have to go through this as I know what’s after not feeling and I am scared as shit. This anxiety is protecting me when my mind is hating what is and trying to run and take the easy exit. I am grateful I have this anxiety.
Sorry, for my ungratefulness. Flag me if I posted unwanted content/no gratitude.