I Write More.

In the day I write how I feel like my lungs are shutting down.

In the day I write how I feel like my digestive system is shutting down.

I have been sick and I haven’t been able to eat much. I haven’t been able to drink much. I feel worse. It spirals from there.

I have been here before. How could I let myself get here again when I know how awful it feels. Because I forget. Time will do that. Time, the great forgetter. Time, the great reminder, but only when you are already there again and panicking at how to get back out. I guess that’s why they say history repeats itself.