I do not like the feeling and being so sick is mostly about enduring, lowering one’s head with shoulders hunched – and pushing up hard against it to get it lifted.
Otherwise, I’d just be flailing in a tantrum – and I don’t need further reduction of personal dignity.
It doesn’t even matter what anyone else thinks anymore because I can’t even control my own life situations. How can I worry about influencing others?
All I can keep doing is trying my best, resting when I can’t, and getting back to tasks – even if success seems a dimmer hope than looming failure.
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