I was living in Port Macquarie when a lot of shit happened. And I found a place. My Place. Where I would; Write. Cry. Think. Sit. Listen to Music. Walk Too. And I would just sit for hours. It was my healing place. And I go there as much as I can. Watching the sunrise there is unreal. (I highly recommend going to Harry’s Lookout at sunrise).

I also had a swing set at the park. It was a 5 – 10 minute walk from my house. So when I would feel down, I would walk there and have my earplugs in and just swing. I would cry, feel free, and be me.

Little things like this help a lot. Even if you are happy and loving life, or, in a rut and struggling go to that place or find a place where you can be you and let out all your emotions or just sit and be at peace. And just breathe.

It can be a place, person, or drives, anything. Don’t stop healing. It takes time and time is the best thing.

Life’s a bitch. Sometimes it does a hell of a job, some days you are happy and loving life next you know it sucks. Although, we may never understand why things happen, but they do. Life is full of surprises. And sometimes there is nothing we can do about it. But we can; keep living, keep loving, keep your chin up as best you can, and have ‘that person’ or go to ‘that place’.