My disability has progressed to the point where I cannot leave the house, work, cook, wash dishes, or bathe every day. I doubt I'll ever get better, since my condition has steadily worsened for several years and every intervention has made it worse.
I can't find it in myself to read anymore, and the project I started a few years ago that has now been partially completed feels meaningless.
I wish that I was dead, but I don't want to hurt my parents by killing myself. So I'll keep going on like this, increasingly pathetic, without purpose or any kind of control over my own life.