For six days I’ve barely moved. I cough and sneeze and sputter, but I don’t venture out.
Imagine what it must be like to have a long term illness. The trapped helpless feeling that must make it difficult to cope or stay positive. I find it difficult to think about without guilt for my usual good health.
However, if you can, write a short narrative about someone bed ridden for a long time. How do they stay positive? What is it about their situation or the people around them that keeps them going?