Some days I wake up phyically and mentally tired. Exhausted. Acing. Heart pounding. Gutted that I am awake. Somehow, I am still alive, and now I have a responsibility to live. I have to find the energy, again, to get to the end of the day, again. There was a phase when I would have just stayed in bed. Now, I am able to convince myself to make myself vaguely presentable and go out. I promise myself that it will be worth the effort; and I know the dread wont last forever. I know an hour of boogie bounce will help me breath. And I have a mission to complete. I have to keep working my way thought the Liverpool Echo’s list of 9 best places to have ice cream in Liverpool.
By the time I have finish off my chocolate, and orange & biscuit ice cream from P&D Italian Deli, the imaginary hands that choke my throat starts to lose their grip. More importantly, I am already thinking about which flavours I am going to try next time. The day doesn’t look like it will be so bad afterall.