The loss of my ability to rest was soon followed by the loss of my ability to read. Because I couldn’t make the decision to pick up a book, or to open it. I couldn’t make any decision at all. Would I like a cup of tea? I had no idea. I barely knew whether to get up in the morning, let alone bother to get dressed. The future? It didn’t exist.
This feels like a line I could have written if I was good at writing down my feelings or thoughts.
