I had this horrible nightmare a couple of nights ago where half of my teeth fell out, and as I held them in my mouth to try and save them, they crumbled. Growing up with a superstitious Macedonian background, I’ve been told that this is one of the worst possible signs one could have. Past anxiety issues have resurfaced, and I can’t shake this feeling of impending doom.
In 2 weeks and 4 days, I have a choice. Live or die.
The reality is, I could die. But if I don’t go through with it, I might never truly LIVE.
Danced with my kids in the kitchen today. Watching them play in the garden as I type on this sunny day. My gorgeous husband comes home from work tomorrow, and in just 3 sleeps, we go on our family holiday.
Just want to enjoy life and not let the fear take over…