Broken Mirror

I have absolutely no time nor energy to write anymore.

These past weeks have been such a mixture of stress, things to do and lack of sleep that I’ve managed, last week, even to reach a certain point regarding my health problems. After needing a few days to be able to put myself back on my feet, I face again the fact that these last weeks to come are not going to be any better, and that I will be needing nerves of steel to pass them. All the things around me have been gathering and gathering, leaving no space to breathe. Final years are difficult.

I forgot to grant my health the importance it deserves, and managed to get myself sick, in the “I can’t get out of bed” way. But still, it has to end somehow.

This title is a scrap from the 28th of March. Until now I looked at it, blankly, without being able to fill the spaces in. I don’t feel any more capable now, but anyway.