I had a feeding tube inserted. The first few days were awful, filled with anxiety and pain. It's difficult to sit down, as the chair presses against the tube and causes pain and shortness of breath. It takes a month to heal, and in the meantime, I have to endure the pain and burning sensation to change the dressing. My mother read the letter in front of everyone, which was embarrassing because I wrote it to my sister and didn't expect others to read it.

My ex-girlfriend has been talking to me for the last three months, and all the conversations revolved around her mental and family problems. The last conversation we had, she was raving about manipulating people to do her bidding, with megalomaniacal talk of being a good sociopath who would change the world. The conversation ended with her saying she wasn't my psychotherapist. I was stunned because I never talked about my problems; she was the only one who did that and asked for my support. I was blocked immediately afterwards.

I am very grateful for this year. I achieved several things I needed: home care, devices that improve my quality of life, and I had the catheter inserted without complications. I wish everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. May the next one be much better.