Ahhhh, the good old days.
Never thought I’d be one to say that.
And yet, here I am.
Saying exactly that.
I feel old.
And worn out.
From the Plague.
And the fear.
And, and, and…
I thought after my cancer treatment, I would take on the world.
Instead, it turned on me.
My plans of travel, and freedom, and a new lease on life were replaced.
Paranoia.
Fear.
Anxiety.
A loss of the carefree of the everyday.
Wondering if that sneeze is loaded with Covid.
Terrified that my weakened immune system will take it in.
Not ready to meet my maker.
Not yet.
I have so much more to do.
To see.
To say.
But will I?
Can this exhaustion and sadness lift in time?
The clock ticks on my days.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick…
— Trish
Never thought I’d be one to say that.
And yet, here I am.
Saying exactly that.
I feel old.
And worn out.
From the Plague.
And the fear.
And, and, and…
I thought after my cancer treatment, I would take on the world.
Instead, it turned on me.
My plans of travel, and freedom, and a new lease on life were replaced.
Paranoia.
Fear.
Anxiety.
A loss of the carefree of the everyday.
Wondering if that sneeze is loaded with Covid.
Terrified that my weakened immune system will take it in.
Not ready to meet my maker.
Not yet.
I have so much more to do.
To see.
To say.
But will I?
Can this exhaustion and sadness lift in time?
The clock ticks on my days.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick…
— Trish
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