Now for all my friends and I’ll even go with the people that are on my friends list on Facebook, this is a pretty well known fact about myself. I have a big obsession with unicorns. I couldn’t even tell you how it started. They just seemed to have invaded my life and my wardrobe, one hoof at a time. Though there are also tell tale signs from the moment you enter my house, you are greeted with a unicorn shaped chalk board and then all over the place there are little remnants around, like a money box, a picture, little hangy quote things and over my bed.
I think I managed to really put the final touch to the love affair by adding a unicorn tattoo to my growing collection of five now. This is five different tattoos not all unicorn themed, I meant, that would be crazy. The picture is from the day after getting it done so it is still a bit sore but I completely love it! It fits my child like wrists perfectly and isn’t anywhere near as big as the picture makes out.
I already have tattoo number six ready to book when I get a chance too. I hadn’t expected this one to hurt as much as it did, I even got offered a lollipop! First time that’s happened with me. Naturally, my Mum doesn’t like it, my children think it’s the best thing ever and I’m loving freaking a couple of friends out when they feel how bumpy it is where the skin is still healing.
I need to start again. I want to start again. I let depression and anxiety really take it’s toll on me the last six months. It really got at me. It took me so far down and to such dark thoughts that I’m not proud of them and how much I would listen to them. You become enclosed in such a bubble that nothing you do/say/feel is right. The insomnia and ways it would get me in the small things I used to enjoy is horrible. I would notice little signs that depression had got at me one day just by walking round the house. No beds made. Washing up still on the side. Staying underneath a blanket. Just the sheer draining of energy alone was taking up a lot of myself to force myself to be this positive person for everyone to see and my children to be happy about.
I’ve picked up a new bullet journal to start again with. My old one is the old me. The me I really don’t want to have to know again.