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2018



  As the New Year fast approaches think about what this next year might hold fills me with fear in some respects and anticipation for others.

  I definitely need to find the strength mentally to get rent a place of my own.  It’s been nearly two years since I lived in a place that wasn’t my parents. After being so adamant for so long after my husband died that I wanted to move out our place I still haven’t with eagerness got rid of the place we shared for nearly 7 years.
After being able to travel to a new country by myself I think I want to travel again and see somewhere new. There’s definitely new countries to visit.
I would love to grow with my art. There is definitely room for improvement where that is involved. I need to be more confident in what I can do and not get annoyed when something doesn’t work the way I want it to.
Mentally I know the drs want to reduce my meds again in the new year. I’ve been down to the level before so I know I can handle it but even the thought of it is quite daunting. My health is a daily struggle so it’s each day as it comes. I know I’ve come along way since I was first diagnosed and have a long way to go. But each day over feel like another middle finger to my mental health that it didn’t win.
The job centre will be on at me again because to them I’m able to fit so I guess I will be starting the task of trying to find work again after so long not.
I will carry on with this blog where ever it may go. It has been a real help in letting me say the things I felt i couldn’t say out loud.

  I am unsure about what the year will hold but the above is the things that I know I have to think about and work on.
Let’s see how it goes.

K

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