I was studying professional writing and editing at Bendigo TAFE, and it had been going well - I completed the certificate and seven of my short stories got published in Painted Words, a yearly anthology that's released by the TAFE and distributed to the national libraries of Melbourne and Canberra.

The TAFE Campus was conveniently located, as I lived just outside a bus stop that took me a few minutes walk to reach it. So it came as a disappointment when construction got underway there and while studying the diploma I'd have to take two buses to reach a different campus.

And this campus was very hilly, and being out of shape, by the time I reached the classroom, I was always gasping for breath. I know this sounds pathetic. But I had a double lung transplant many years ago and their capacity aren't as strong as they used to be.

Still I gradually got stronger, in my legs especially. And I was happy studying again. But I had to stop because the course was more expensive than my family anticipated. One of my teachers even said it'd be cheaper than the certificate year, but that wasn't the case.

So I stopped studying, and since then I've been home, lying in bed playing video games. I haven't been doing much more than that for the past two years.

I want to go out again, I know it'll make me happier. But I can't do it. Last time I went out was two months ago, for a lung function test.

This is the first bit of writing I've done in ages, so I'm glad to do this. Lately whenever I've attempted to write anything, I've given up, feeling I have nothing worth saying.