Would’ve had loads to write about today but feeling drained at the moment. So I’m not going to.
What I can say about something strange that I feel is..
When I look back at pictures from the spring up to my travel tour last month is that I don’t recognize myself and that feels really scary. The change back occurs so fast it’s like the difference between sleeping and waking up. And then there is the aftermath.
And it’s not the make up I’m talking about.
The worst thing is that this happens every year. So far I’ve been unable to stop it. Because I don’t see it when it happens. And that scares the hell out of me.