This week I’m turning 40, and I’m so excited about it. I feel like my past is finally dealt with and my life can begin again.
I’ve been to Wales for another tattoo session, and I’m so in love with this piece.
Also this month I will start biologic injections for my spinal arthritis, and these will also help my colitis which I am so thankful about. My consultant was amazing. She quickly recognised my pain and how the condition was affecting my quality of life, so decided to bypass pills and put me straight on Humira. I am so grateful.
I have really enjoyed spending time with ‘ my boys ‘ from years ago… and I think I might have actually made my peace with my traumatic past.
I’m grateful to be able to come back to Barry and be welcomed with love. These people I have known for 25 years that I can still call friends.
This is all a bit muddled in my head, but I think it’s really doing me good to come to my home town on my own every few months. Is that selfish of me?
I dunno, I battle with It, but I reckon it’s gotta be good for me and my family to get a break every so often, rather than me having a massive BPD episode or worse?
Thoughts would be welcome? X