Joanna Jeanine’s Diary Entry #2

I’m planning on a couple of book releases this year. The majority of the writing is finished, thankfully. One book will be philosophical musings, and the other a book of poems and prose poems. I want to work on my novel, but I am stunned by anxiety every time I think about it. It seems like a monumental task, so I tell myself I only need to write a few pages at a time, each day, if I can. I’ve been so depressed lately, though. Less downtrodden and more sad. Somehow, it seems less sharp a downward trend than depression, more soft a descent, but still a spiral out of control. It’s been hot here, and the weather is affecting my condition, my disease. The lesions in my brain and spinal cord swell when it’s hot, and I am unable to walk or get around as easily. I guess I should be used to it by now, but I’m not. I’m pretty fearful. I have to get an MRI soon. I am afraid of what they will find.