Today is a struggling day, I’m lonely but too ill to see or talk to people, I’m bored but even the simplest things I try to do are defeating me, I want and need to sleep but I can’t. I’m fed up of being cooped up in the house all the time, being trapped in a broken body with a broken brain. I want to be having adventures, to be working, to be able to have a shower without help. Most days are better than this, but when they come they are long and difficult. The loss and the grief of the life I should/could/want to be living weighs so heavy I feel like it’s crushing me. Bored, tired, lonely, grieving, fed up and unable to move without great amounts of pain. Usually I am more positive but not today. This is my day today and I am hating it.