I’m very sick.
I’m very tired.
I’m very sick and tired.
I wish for physical pain relief.
I wish for emotional pain relief.
It is all unrelenting. And while I don’t have any suicidal plans, I must say that sometimes I wonder to myself if it would be nice to sleep for about 30 years. I mean the kind of quick snap of your fingers that allows you to be gone while having surgery. Then, I would awake for a bit of time with family and friends, and then head on out one night in my sleep.