The harrowing tales of reality.

Reality is not my friend.

It is hard when something you loved is hard to do; physically and mentally.

I affear my depression is worsening. Not to worry, I am not suicidal or anything like that. I just have problems finding joy. I seldom read the comics anymore. They used to be a source of laughter. But the.

 laughter has quieted.

And physically, typing is now hunt and peck. I had an infection in my lungs. And the antibiotic they gave me came with a stern warning that tendonitis was a side effect.

I have lost all control of my right hand. It has been of minimal value for years, but now it is just a lump at the end of my arm.

What do I do now?