I haven’t been this sick for a very long time. I really can’t remember the last time that I have felt so bad that my own life had stopped. I do not have the energy to do what needs to be done. As I watch the people around me, i realize that I am the only one that cares that what needs to be done, is not being done.
In sickness ~ maybe out of the sorriness that I am feeling for myself ~ I am quickly realizing the expectations that surround me & my existence. It’s not the life that I fantasized about. When the angst of the horrible teenage years took over & I dreamt of becoming an adult ~ an amazingly independent, famous artist, “I will be so far away from this place ~ i’ll show them” adult.
What happened? Who am I? When did I decide that this is OK?
Ugh! I am soooo sick. Everything hurts.
