Life with little joy... · 9:05pm Dec 4th, 2020
December 4, 2020. Four months to the day after waking up from a coma. Why do I feel like not waking up would have been the better option?
Away from home, having no home at all, no income, more medications than a pharmacy would need, it's cold outside, I miss my cat.
Some day, I'll wake up with a smile instead of a curse. Hasn't happened since April 1994, but there is still a little bit of hope for it.
Would say more, but it would only depress me farther. Time for a store run.
*huggles*
There there. We're all here for you buddy. If you wanna talk, we will listen.
*hugs*
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returns the hug, saying nothing, trying not to have a breakdown
People like you are wonderful, Blade Star.
5410290 I can't think of anything really insightful to say, so have some Kipling:
"If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’"
This is The Way, my friend.
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I keep on going, even though I know not HOW nor WHY. I'll find out, in time. Would be good to know why I'm going through this version of a living hell.
5410668 When we don't know why, I'm inclined to recall the words of old Churchill; 'If you're going through Hell, keep going'.
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While I prefer another phrase of his. KBO.
5411954 I think that pretty much sums up this whole year.