Woke up to my therapy bunny, one of two that are the only source of glimmers of joy for me these days, deeply unwell this morning. I have been thinking each time facing a hurdle this year I just need to make it through..
The problem is now, there is nothing left of me. I have no resilience left, no strength, no money, nothing. I’m not even clinging to a fragment of the raft’s wood at this point. The relentless series of misfortune has taken everything. I thought that perhaps when Dad passed there would be an easing, the final cataclysmic act… I was wrong and there seems to be no mercy.