I once blogged about the fear of the number 13, which has played havoc with my life for years.
Well as we all know we are in the year 2013 and the year started wonderfully, so perfect in fact, no year has started better.
To start the year in the arms of the man I love was the most special moment and I will never forget how he made me feel, the way he looked at me, the way he held me.
Every second was a dream and I knew it would be the perfect year.
And I was right, the first few months can never be matched and then my life crashed and the year 2013 turned to the worst nightmare I have ever encountered.
The number 13 court up with me.
After the afternoon I had today, it made me think about that blog I wrote.
Is it really the number 13 that is unlucky, or is it just me that bad luck, unhappiness and pain just follows me around.
Am I already living in hell because it feels like it. Today proved hell is real and you just can’t outrun some nightmares, they just keep coming. Funny thing is, that one nightmare doesn’t scare me anymore and I’ve learnt that pain is felt so much more intensely when felt in the heart, the body heals, your heart and soul doesn’t seem to.