I kind of love the concept of headlights and how they look at night. Whenever it gets dark and creepy, all you have to do is turn them on and you can be sure that you’ll find your way out of the dark. 

It’s like a metaphor on how we handle ourselves when we get stuck between a rock and a hard place. When your lights are open and your hopes are up, you will always get through  hard times.

And right now, I think my headlights are broken.

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Recovery is very tricky. Just one touch of a wound or one move on a fracture and it gets worse.

 

What I’m trying to say is that I think I’m not making good progress at moving on.

I’m such a sourpuss.