I went to the beach yesterday. I walked on the sand, got it squished between the toes, smelt the sea, and finished the day watching the sun go down over the waters horizon.

I have spent everything we had to do it, and am glad to have created some good memories for my family.

Yet I have awoken feeling that same sense of emptiness, of despair, and wonder if every morning will start with the same fight to rise above it.....

I am tired of fighting

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