I slit my neck when I was 6. I also slit both palms of both hands. I was running after my parents (who refused to wait for me to go to the bathroom) trying to catch up to them as we did a family walk with our dog. I tripped and fell into (of all things) a big rusty stop sign. And yes, I did stop! LOL My mother was scared at first because of all the blood. She cleaned me up when we were finished with the walk; putting some Bactine and some bandaids on my cuts. Then she yelled at me for being so clumsy and told me to be more careful. She was bummed that my fall ruined the afternoon!
hello beautiful! do you ever go on here anymore? i've been taking a break, just because. i don't have the kiddos today, they're at the grandparents and i can't decide if it's a good day to rest, or exercise. i can't tell what my body and mind are trying to tell me, do you ever get this way? i feel exhausted, but wonder if i work out...could i feel energized or completely defeated? i need to find my true inner voice and obey it.