Recovery is life

I don't really know what to write about anymore, I love writing. I find I can express myself in ways I can't do physically. But, I guess I never want to talk about me? I try and pick a topic and write about it, but what if I want to just blab on about my day and how the lettuce on my sandwich was soggy for lunch. (World war problems soggy lettuce btw) So this is going to be about me, read on if you want, if not then I understand that my life doesn't interest you. (And my soggy lettuce) I'm happy. Sometimes I think I'm not, I talk myself into feeling like I'm unsuccessful in everything I set out to do. I put myself down before I've had a chance to work myself up! I guess that is a flaw of mine. I'm on medication for depression and I have been for just over 2 years. I'm at a point or was were I thought about bringing down my dosage, so I did, (doctors orders of course) and but by bit my happiness started to slide away. (I'd like to point out

So as I sit here in the garden in the most revealing sunbathing dress I own, browsing through social media, I've seen the word 'summer bodies' over a hundred times, and I've legit just woken up, I'm eating my chocolate shreddies as we speak. What is with people and wanting to look like an airbrushed Victoria secret model in summer. You look fabulous all year round so why the need to change for a month? Put your body under so much stress just so you don't feel judged on Facebook on your profile picture. Do you know what's beautiful? Smiling. A tanned happy face. Smile lines. Beach hair. Cartwheels in the sand. Nobody cares how expensive your bikini is, or how toned your butt looks. When you go on holiday you don't sit judging other people's bodies so why would you think they are judging yours? Confidence is beautiful. When you walk past someone and think 'I wish I had their body' they probably just walked past someone and thought t