Well, I’m doing terrible at this because I’ve been thinking about this for over an hour and to be honest with you,
I can’t even think of anything…
I feel like I’ve suppressed a lot of my memories, and when I’m rummaging through my mind for something meaningful, there is actually nothing to find.
I don’t think there is a metaphor for starting and ending with pain so, to me, I don’t have anything worthy from my life to say.
Don’t worry though, on day three I will definitely have something to write about 😁