I’d love to take credit for the title of this post. Alas, I borrowed it from an episode of NCIS: New Orleans.
I’m failing in getting better, and I’m tired of trying. The trying is exhausting. I am drained, frazzled and frayed. And, disappointment dogs my movements. Discouragement is in massive supply, while hope is scarce.
I know that wishing and hoping to get better isn’t enough, which is why I keep taking the meds and I keep meditating and I…try.
And, then, I try just accepting that this is it; it is what it is. But, while I’d gladly go to bed and never rise again, it’s more difficult to get others to be accepting of that. So…
So…yeah. And, another sigh joins the countless others that have gone before it.