I feel like my time is “near”.
I was doing my best to continue. To advance one day, followed by another day. I was grateful if I could pass another day.
But, it seems like such luxury will vanish soon. Enduring a single day is enough to make me suffocate. I even have trouble breathing as I writing this. (Note, I never have asthma.)
Right now, I’m anxious if I have enough strength (or luck) to reach tomorrow. I don’t know what I’m trying to accomplish with this post.
For now, I am doing my best to breathe deeply. Hoping my anxiety and fear would pass.