Good morning, everyone. It's kind of gloomy outdoors, so I figured I would add a bit of sun. I've had a bit of a rough time of this week, but I'm pulling myself back together. Aside from the sad feelings I am trying to shake, I have also been battling a very bad case of the 'itches' on my legs. It's been so awful that it's hard to fall asleep...torture. I try to keep my hands free of it because I know for some, the more you scratch, the itchier it gets. Now, this whole thing is my own darned fault. It was Sunday night, and I was watching Cold Case. I also had to get myself ready for work...and that meant shaving my legs. I didn't want to miss the show so what did I do? Like a fool, I sat and shaved my legs... dry... in front of the television. Sometimes I just have to learn things the hard way. My legs are already dry, so doing that just really instigated it. I've tried several different creams and today I bought Eucerin's Calming Itch Relief. It was more expensive than I would like, and so far, it hasn't worked so well...so please, if anyone has any anti-itch suggestions, I'm all ears.
"The difference between school and life? In school, you are taught a lesson and then given a test. In life, you are given a test that teaches you a lesson."--Tom Bodett
How true that is!!! When I was young, I went through so many tests, so many hardships...which, at the time, were so devastating that I never thought I would pull through. I never thought I would be sitting where I am today. There was a time, when I first moved to the city, that I had no food, and I had no money to buy food...so I would like across my bed and sleep because I was so hungry. I could have given up. I could have turned around and gone back home with my tail between my legs...a failure, but I knew that's what was expected of me...and I was NOT going to give in. So, I got my butt in gear and started pounding the pavement, looking for work...and I found a job...as a barmaid.
But, my trials in life were only beginning...because that is where I met my abusive husband. We married about 8 months later, and many years of my life were spent with physical and emotional abuse. They say as adults we search for what we had as children...until the cycle is broken. Well, my friends, I am happy to say, that the cycle has been broken. I will never allow myself to be abused again...by no one. I've been given my tests, and I have learned my lessons. So, if any of you out there are being abused, take heed. It doesn't have to be that way. NO ONE has that right.