I've been having trouble writing lately. The sentences I string together seem stilted and badly structured. I have stuff in the works, but I am hammering at it uselessly, trying to shape it up and seeing no real improvement.
My mum's cat did something strange and distressing recently. Mum is hoping it's just a one off thing. Money doesn't really flow well enough in our family to spend it on extravagant medical care for pets.
Lately I have been drifting through life with my head down, trying not to think about things or face up to my problems. But this has shattered the peace somewhat. I feel really shaky and ill. I'm suddenly thinking about my own cat's health - he's a year older and I need him and I don't give him enough attention. And of course, there's me as well, because what's so special about my body that nothing can go wrong with it?
Normally at times like this I just want to crawl into bed and hide until it has all blown over, but what do you do when it is the passage of time itself that is scaring you?