They repo'd my dumpster

And that will be the name of the book I ever write in the future. They Repo'd My Dumpster. So typical of everything these days. So low.

I get so down, but I keep the resolve that I will find my way out of all my messes. Somehow. Some way. I will prevail.

Now I've got to find energy for this fight. I have zero. I feel so depleted, no matter what I do. I do not want to be some hypochondriac. But there just feels like so much is wrong with me. If I listed from head to toe, it would look something like this: bad eyes, horrible cough that causes spasms throughout my body, infernal itching, pain/numbness below my knees in both legs. It's to the point that my life is affected by my health. I don't want to do stuff that I would enjoy, cause it just takes too much energy. Or I'm fearful because I am not sure that I'll see a curb, or a step. I want my life back.