24th June,2022.

I am in pain, regular pain. It is swerving my life into a storm. Medicine, ailments have helped to lessen the pain. But treatment, there have been none.

Distracting me from all forms of concentration it has devoured all my energy into survival mode. My birthday is next week and all I wish is my good health. Mortals have tried and helped; I won’t stop asking for help. But I look up to the immortals and pray: Help me, I need my health if I am to do anything. And there are things I want to do. Run, write, read, sketch, Live. I’m helpless to the sickness I have.

I am bigger than the pain I feel. I tell myself, but there are many things I can’t do or even think of doing. To exist just, is a difficult experience.