Some days I am Tigger. Bouncing around with a spring in every step.
Energised, elated, I am a superwoman.
Anything is possible.
Happiness and laughter overflow, illuminating those around me. My heart sings with every smile.
The world is glowing.
I am light.
Some days I am Eeyore. There is a black cloud over my head and heart.
I feel hopelessness, helplessness, overwhelmed by everything.
Getting out of bed is a monumental effort.
All the sorrow of the world is pouring into me with no where else to go.
I curl up in the darkness, alone in infinite sadness.
Colours drain away, life turns grey.
There is no end.
Some days I am Piglet. Paralysed by an impending sense of doom.
Small, weak and powerless.
Worry engulfs me.
Trembling with panic, I cannot breathe.
Some days I am brave and I push through anyway.
Some days I am Pooh.
Humming a little tune as I help out a friend.
Enjoying a little something as I ponder my next adventure.
Silly old bear.
Some days I am nothing.
Dead eyes staring out from an empty shell.
Moving my body through the motions of life like some sick puppeteer.
help me.
My Wobbly Life 