I'm so tired. May I talk?

[Sunriser13]

14. Somewhere, yes.

There are millions of Americans, who suffer just like you. Let your suffering and lonliness open your heart to extending loving kindness to others who suffer.

And this is only one part of why my heart continues to break. I can't help anyone. I often can't walk across the room without losing breath. It takes a plan to go to the mailbox, taking my phone with me and a stick for balance, and breathing down the chest pain when I get back.

A feeling of hopelessness, helplessness, and negativity surrounds my psyche. It is black and red and even white-hot, zig-zagging even as a lightning bolt throws itself at its foe. But there is no foe. The foe is me.