More than one week in bed, facing horrible back pain, numbed once in a while with the help of drugs.
Trying not to fail and cave in the arms of frustration, thinking what is the lesson i can take out of it.
I miss my simple life.
I miss doing the dishes and going to the supermarket.
I miss writing letters and drinking apple cider with friends while talking bad things about lovers and the general lack of money.
I miss getting up in the morning and making my own breakfast and being able to take a bath without needing nobody to help me stand up.
I miss taking pictures and dancing naked and walking while looking at the sky.
Being happy is loving your body and not feeling lost in pain inside of it like a ghost in a empty shell.
I have faith that soon i will feel free and sane.
Pray for me, friends.