I actually cared to put make up on today. I think it turned out nice. I could be partial lol. It’s nice to be carrying again. I even had my mom give me a perm to hopefully get me out of the pony tail rut so far I don’t think so as it’s a bit frizzy but I think a haircut will help with that.
My son had a sleep study done so last night I slept in a recliner in the waiting room. It was crappy sleeping then I went home and slept half my morning away. I’m still tired and his test was inconclusive. Ugh. Oh and someone hit my car while I was there too. Great huh.
But back to the title… I am the face of metal illness. I struggle to survive almost everyday. It’s a battle I don’t want but I try to carry with humility and grace. Not sure I pull it off though.