I am weak. I envy people who can get up off the sofa alone. I envy those who don't fall down when they walk. I envy those who can go to the washroom without having their husbands get them up.
I envy those who don't get confused by time and food.
There have been so many times that I've asked myself why did this happen to me. The only answer I get is that I need it.
I really wish I didn't. Maybe it'll help with all this envy. My dad gave me a blessing that I would withstand the rest of what was coming. I won't let my family down, but I envy that normal life. I'm so tired, and I'm so weak.
