But I am afraid of dying. I am afraid of everyone I know dying. I feel my heart beating too vigorously when I lay awake in bed at night. I have begun to eat more healthily. I take more exercise. I am trying – relatively unsuccessfully - to meditate. I am seeking help from a homoeopath. I despair that regardless of all this I feel more run-down than ever. I am tired. I have no energy and little motivation. I catch every virus going. I am lonely. I am sad. I am lost. I am broken.