I think my dreams are trying to tell me something. Hell if I know what. I hadn’t been remembering my dreams but the last three nights I’ve woken up with large snippets nagging at my soul.
I’m also just plain tired. I think I’m cycling into depression. I had a comment that I have no joy. They are right. But where do you find it? Will I always be miserable? How sad is that? I feel like a lost cause. How is it I can be fine one day and the next hanging on by a thread? This illness is life sucking. Are people working on a cure? I want to be in test trials if they are. But I bet they are not.