This evening I felt my heart racing, as I did in the afternoon. I was baffled, Then I realised I’d forgotten to take the medicine for my lungs.
It’s a realisation that this is keeping me well. And I acknowledge that I want to stop taking it. I hate it because it causes me to talk too much.
I love my life, but I am tired. I am so tired of the energy needed for me to live.
I have just glimpsed the moon. The scaffolding that is still up obscures my view.
So yes, I am weary and so tired of being misunderstood.
I need to stop now. I’m sorry.