The struggle is real today. Pushing through, but I'm not well. This will pass, but it does not minimize the now. I'm looking forward to the high after this low.
Why do I feel that everyone will say how wonderful I was only after I'm gone? "Such a good friend, such a good artist, so nice,..." I can see the appeal of being gone sometimes. Thanks to those who take the time.
Check on those you care about while you can.