The increasingly weird, violent and draining nightmares continue. The medication I used to stop them does not now do so. I wish I could avoid sleep
I’ve no-one to talk to.
Not just covid but about life, stuff, things, goals
I don’t mean talk, I mean TALK. Someone who knows me, understands
Few hours ago I was folding laundry. Dogs were on the sofa watching me, as they do. I started talking to them
What should I do?
What would Jacqui want me to do?
What/where in a year should I be?
I got really angry
I haven’t got a single fucking clue