I can’t breathe properly. It’s like someone has their knee on my chest. Or like I’m lying on the ground while someone places stone after stone onto me and, as the earth won’t give, there is no space left for air. I feel faint and dizzy and my heart keeps jumping; like it can’t settle; can’t feel comfortable in my body.
Sam says I’m probably anaemic. That I should eat properly, and I know I should. But really, why? What is the point? What is the point of anything anymore?