I’d have more to say about this if I hadn’t been such a jerk.
I sleep too much. Since getting cancer last year, to menopause this year, I can’t get enough sleep. It reminds my friend, my best friend, of much worse times, when I couldn’t stop drinking. This isn’t the problem, of course, but it is apparently similar.
I will do my best to be more awake – I’m so sluggish – but then I don’t know if it will be enough.
I’m just not enough. I’ve never been enough. I don’t know how to be enough; my tries seem to fail and it’s my fault that they do.
Are there ideas out there? How to be enough? For the world, for one person, for a dog? I’m open.





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