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Nr. 3

I managed to go outside today. It’s been a crazy spring/summer so far in Norway with record temperatures and sunny days. I must admit my adventure was short-lived and motivated by errands I had to do before tomorrow, so not so much to brag about. 

I’m feeling strangely upbeat, yet I have no physical energy left. The last three weeks or so have been up and down. I try my best to just stay afloat and not fall into another downward spiral. It’s easy. I can feel it. However, I have promised myself to push past any obstacle or negativity. It often leaves me in a state where I feel I’m doing all of this for others. As a weird conceited favor to stay alive for those left who care about me. Be polite, be considerate. 

It’s not all dark and gloomy, I am able to laugh at myself. Although I’m not sure whether that is helping me or pulling me farther down below. 

One of the things I do find comforting is this blog. It’s only my third post but I already feel like it is helping me. I view it as my personal journal which happens to be open for anyone wishing to read. I think it is important to have something I feel I can master without pressure. So this blog will definitely not be consistent (nor will it be interesting). 

I’ll be back tomorrow. It’ll be a short post then as it will be a busy day. 


“Yes Cosette, forbid me now to die. 
I’ll obey,

I will try.”

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