‘Morrow is dreaded. Repetitive activity anticipated.
Frustration looms. Irritation waits to ambush.
Life is what it is. Life is what we make it.
Hope is lost in too much thinking.
Fear is found in too much fixating.
Anger is inevitable, not only at myself but those I permit to cause it.
These thoughts are never over.
They return as the day quietens and the mind tries to still.
The minute the body lies down the brain goes into overtime with obsessive thoughts.
Sleep doesn’t come and the next day I have no energy.
This is my life over and over.
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