A Purpose?

On the lighter note of my life, I think I may have found some sort of purpose, or at least something to get my mind off my problems. It fills my time up.

Writing.

I’ve been writing for a while now, and I think I’m pretty good at it. I’ve posted some stories on Wattpad, and while they’re not very popular, they’re getting there. I try to write kind of up beat stories, but most just end up sad. It’s great therapy in my opinion. Instead of focusing on how much my life sucks, or how much I need a drug, I’m writing.

So far, after a slip up last week, I am three days clean. That means no drugs, no alcohol, and no cutting. It may not seem like a lot, but it’s a lot of progress for me. I’ve not smoked for almost a month either. Yay 🙂

So that’s all the good news. Good luck, loves. You’ll need it in this world.

Also, on a semi happy note, I finished the two seasons of Sherlock. To be honest, I cried at the end of Reichenbach Fall. I’ve not yet ventured into the deep dark depths of the fandom world, but I’m getting there.