I do not like writing in a public area, especially when I have just an hour to do everything. But I thought I would write just to say I have not gone, just finding it difficult.
I find when I can’t write, I get phsycially sick with something like flu with depression.
I cannot not know what I know.
I try to relax, and treat like a holiday. But all my mind wants is have the money to bring my computer back to a private space.
I cannot express my reality without some kind of outward sign that I am finding it hard, so I hate writing in public.
I am still very much here, just reading.
Sorry, if I have let anyone down.
I may start gambling to get money.
It is better than this sickness I get.