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I awoke at 3am, my body tense with emotion and anxiety from a recurring dream of being called to account for the litany of failings and misdemeanours of my life. The taunting and verbal abuse in my dream is worse than anything physical could be.
The familiar black cloud descended and I ducked under the duvet wallowing in my misery pit.
Our world is not a happy place and I guarantee that there are millions of people feeling exactly as I did this morning. ESKOM, drought, political strife, corruption, terminal illness, death, poverty, broken relationships, failure … no-one is immune.
But, I am not a quadraplegic, I tell myself loudly. I can feed, bath, clothe myself. I can walk and even run a few metres if I have to. I can see, hear and talk and I have a computer that lets me express myself.
Imagining myself trapped in a body that can do none of those things is the way I give myself a kick up the rear end to stop the self pity.