It was the time of nothing, three months of staying in bed not lifting a finger to help myself.
Not many people in my life have told me that I couldn't do things, most have told me that I could that I had it in me to achieve and they expected much from me.This did not help, it did not spur me on to achieve or to meet expectations because people want things from you when you give them things. I realized early on that if I met an expectation or worse yet exceeded it then that would simply inspire people to have more expectations and so on and on. Nothing satisfies them, and I guess the problem is that nothing satisfies me. The absence of things the infinite inertia of standing still, not standing, not floating, not.