Some days the weight feels insurmountable. The futility and despair becomes overwhelming and all I can do is fantasize constantly about the minutiae of my death. I look around and I see the hopelessness of my existence, and I continue to be in a state of disbelief. I must be dreaming, this must only be a nightmare.
I wake up in the morning and this is what first enters my mind. Before I turn in at night, I play through this script again. One time I'll die in this nightmare, and then I'll truly awaken and it'll be fine again. All will be well again. I will be well again.
