Why?

It has been half a year now - and I almost forgot. I must be feeling better.

But first the bad news: Nothing makes me feel more spineless but to depend on people who do not give a shit. I am furious, but luckily that is one of the things in life that does not sustain for long - only disappointment does.

The good news: I feel very good. And even more my body seems to have learned to recover again. More than one doc was reminding me of the fact, that I am not healed yet and hence I should go step by step. I know - last week proved me that. Still I have reached a certain euphoria.
When reading old blogposts I seriously ask myself how I survived this. I should maybe discuss this once all this eventually over. It is yet too soon.

More, this week sadly I was reminded every day how perilous the bitch is. Since Monday I am reminded every day of a girl that did not survive. I would not even know about her, if she had survived. Only her sudden death caught my attention, and even that by accident. It is such a waste of life. So unneeded, so frustrating. I refuse to believe that she could not have been helped.

And like half a year ago, I cannot embed the song that I consider appropriate.