Talking about my problems to the psychologist was easier than I imagined. I was embarrassed to talk openly about my sexual frustrations, but she understood from the little I said. We will discuss this in the following sessions. I will be seen every two weeks.

After the session, I went back to doing things I had stopped doing. Exercises to help with speech and swallowing, gradually washing my face again and worrying about nutrition... the latter two don't depend on me, the things that do depend on me are the exercises and religiosity.

I stopped counting: my mother is taking care of my great-aunt. She had a tumour removed from her stomach a little over a month ago, she is vomiting and in pain. I may seem insensitive saying this, but I think she is on her last legs. May God comfort her.