I got a text from the mother of my nieces and it was dry and cold and just sad. Fake. It reminded me how seldom I hear from anyone and I cried for a long time. I have to take responsibility for my not reaching out enough or to the right people. I just feel very alone in this illness some days. Today is one of those days so I put on angry music and worked out. Now I am in my PJs at 14:45 and giving in to myself and my computer. Tired. If people knew how much effort it takes to reach out...