Fix You

At the risk of taking the metaphor too far, I definately bruise rather than bleed...

(see justwalk's comment below)... yeah the old hold it all in and it hurts for months thing is pretty much it.

Mostly because I don't want people to know I am hurt. Blood you have to deal with, bruises you can ignore until something pokes the hurt and then you feel the pain all over again, but hopefully a little duller than last time until eventually it stops hurting.

Anyhow, I feel my blog is rather depressing, and to be fair that is probably because although I am generally always exceptionally happy, the past couple of days have been a bit weird because I fell out a couple of trees and I don't fall out of trees so often...

I am not a depressed person if anyone reading this is worried,

I am very happy and fulfilled.

That isn't to say I think I am the best person on the planet and I am oh so organised and hardworking and wonderful and everything about me is perfect, not at all.

I screw things up, there are things about myself I hate, I wish I worked harder, was kinder, more patient, wiser, and I really really wish I hadn't made so many mistakes in life.

But that's ok, I can still love myself and feel happy being me,

And the reason why is because I am loved.

Sometimes you have to realise that the reason you are so loved and so wonderful isn't because of anything you are or can do, but because someone chose to love you,

And everyday I wake up feeling happy and fulfilled and wonderful, even on the days I actually feel rubbish, because I know I am so utterly and unimaginably loved.

So yeah I have fallen out some trees, and me being me I will just bruise quietly to myself, but I can be ok because I am loved by the one person who can stop me hurting.

And you know what? I love them.