I’ve had a hard year.
And I’ve gained a lot of weight.
I often turn to food when I’m stressed (or sad).
I’m not even sure it really makes me feel better.
I can tell you now, I regret it.
When my cousin died my biggest fear was that one day, I’d forget him.
I was told that probably wasn’t possible.
I think about him everyday.
At work when I was frustrated, or a wave of sadness enveloped me, I used to go to my friend’s office and draw on the whiteboard.
I created that wacky mountain featured above.
Things have changed since then and I need to find that type of solace in something else.
I hope, in the next couple of months, I’m able to feel (and look) more like myself.
With the recent move is the start of something new.
Here I go.
*Photograph taken by me.