The struggle is real.    Gets harder every morning to move.  No motivation or inspiration to get me going.  Chained to the wall I try to break free. Stuck

The voices are loud.    Heard it all before.  All the comments. He shouldn’t have let it happen. He should watch what he eats. He should work out more.  Even if he just walked more.

The pain is challenging.    Limping around.  Hard to bend over. Pushed to my limits. Vomiting after training. Bandages up. Tylenol, ice packs and obligations.

The threat is here. My own thoughts. Missing memories of what could have been.  Should have listened  but I knew better. Serves me right.  I was wrong.  

Looking for support. Depression rages on.  But can’t talk about it. Who wants to listen? Who will sympathize?  No one. They all get scared away when feelings show up.