I saw the sunrise. Went back to sleep. Deb woke me for a chat and then I spent another whole day in bed sleeping. What is wrong with me?
What is wrong with me ?
I can barely walk. Barely breathe. Barely stay awake.
I am not hungry. Nothing. I heard my girls laughing over on their trampoline but couldn’t rouse the energy to go over and visit.
I don’t have any more ideas. I am worn down.
Nighttime with the heater.
The Nights come more easily. I seem able to breathe and walk at night.
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THIS IS WHAT THE YOUNG WOMAN SAID.
Claire Wineland.
When you pity sick people you disempower them.
I am sick.
I will probably always be sick.
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I am not sick like this young lady was but I am sick and I simply cannot face any more people who are just waiting for me to get better.
This is ME today.
This how I am TODAY.
I may be broken in some ways and ill in some ways – but my life is of great value to me. I am still beautiful in my own way. I still like doing what I do. This is ME.
the SILVERBIRD 12 