Meditation diaries: Where I break apart

My writing isn’t the same as it used to be.

I’m just not good at it anymore.

I tried honing on on my wildlife photography skills but that isn’t working out either because it’s an impractical hobby to have when you can only walk short distances and need a wheelchair.

I have nothing left in me to give. And I never gave that much in the first place.

I want to throw everything around me and smash everything to pieces.