Dream of Ben is dead. Why? Why did he appear in my dream again? I hadn’t thought of him for a really long time. I know he’ll always in my subconscious mind but why all of the sudden? And dead? I don’t understand.

Learning to trust my body’s ability to self heal. It’s totally possible. Look at Jim. He healed himself. If he can do it, so can I.

I wanna have a big poo!

A win. Noticed I self pity and set boundary immediately. Moved my attention to how lucky I am.

Improvement noted. When someone said I’m quiet and shy, I didn’t take it personally. I refused to be judged by someone who doesn’t even know me. A win!

Said goodbye to that boring man. Happy!

Life is good.

My mood went up and down today and I believe it’s got something to do with my hormones. When I’m happy, I stop sweating. When I’m irritated, I couldn’t stop sweating. Need to find a way to stabilise my mood.

Let’s be honest. I don’t find him attractive at all and I don’t wanna get to know him. Why? Because he’s not my type and that’s ok as I’m not everyone’s type. Why do I feel bad for telling him. Because at least he’s talking to me. But it feels so sad. I’m talking to him because I have no one else. It’s not a kind way to keep talking to him.

The kind way is telling him the truth and wish him the best. I talk to men whom I really wanna get to know.

Age is only number. A 50 plus woman gave birth to twins. Saw Viking and Swedish man. Signs!! Thank you Gwen Yin.