I don't feel like doing anything and I don't finish what I start. Even with this blog, I've been thinking for days about what to write and nothing comes to mind. I thought that with my computer back, I would write more. In the end, I'm a productivity worm. I read so much about it and procrastination, but I don't apply anything. Maybe nothing pleases me anymore after years of dopamine burnout in my teens.

March has been a month of good things. In addition to the money raised for the adaptation, my doctor requested 24-hour home care, including a nutritionist and speech therapist, and I will file a court order. I discovered the medication for my defective chromosome, and it is in the final stages of being approved. This medication is for the progression of the disease, and the doctor said that my muscles will not return, but I believe that they will return minimally. Even if they do not return, this brings other positive factors, such as my tendons stopping shortening, it will be possible to treat my scoliosis, and perhaps this will be positive for my psychological well-being.

I feel strange about these things because I feel neutral about them. Although I am very grateful and recognise that they are very important for my future, I am not as happy as the people around me. It's a strange feeling, and I don't know if I should be concerned. Could this be a kind of ingratitude?