I feel like my life is one long Olympic hurdles race. As soon as I jump one, another pops up, and just when I think I can see the end, I turn out to be wrong. For every one I jump successfully, there's another 10 to clear, and it never ends, and I'm just so tired. Physically, mentally, emotionally -- I'm just worn out.

People occasionally say nice things about me and one of the comments I often get is that they admire my passion for fighting injustice. It ticks me off when I see it and I do what I can, however limited that might be -- but I can't do it for myself and at this point I don't even want to. I'm just tuckered out. I am tired of fighting. When do I get some peace?



CB