Tiabasi
I lay in bed basically breathing and trying to get myself back. This particular vomit episode had been really vehement. Seriously though, what could be causing all this? When I thought this question, the same one I have been thinking for the past few days, it feels like a fog flows through from no where and covers my mind. It makes it difficult to concentrate or figure out what it all meant.
I feel like I was mentally stopping myself from figuring it out. Because, allowing the possibility in my mind to take flesh and make sense would send me in a panic. I did not possess the physical strength to entertain a panic attack. I needed my strength to get better, to rise from this slum and be myself again. Laying there, I imagined how agile I had been just the previous week. What could have changed? I mean, I had plans all laid out, there had been clients to visit, which I had planned with Rita, but this illness had taken precedence.
