Sometimes I still can’t quite believe this is happening to me.
Sometimes I wonder how much more I can take.
Just as I get used to how bad it is, it gets a bit worse and I have to adapt all over again.
Sometimes I’m angry and frustrated.
Sometimes I’m stoical and upbeat.
Sometimes when people ask how I am I think I should tell them how I am really, instead of the standard, fine thanks.
Sometimes I want to scream, sometimes I feel like crying.
Mostly people have no idea.