I wish my life had better timing than to fall apart in a day. I’m wondering who pulled the plug. I’m drained in every way. I don’t have strength anymore. It hurts for me to move. Where’s the will to continue when you know you’re gonna lose? I wish my decisions didn’t weigh so much on those I love. I feel I’ll let them down if I can’t rise above but it’s hard to pull through when you’re stopped in your tracks, and it’s hard to move forward when you keep looking back but just know I’m trying. I’m trying so hard to survive. I feel weak enough to die but I’m trying to stay alive.