For one of the only times in my life I have no words to describe or articulate how I'm feeling. I'm trying but honestly I can't even begin.
I give up fighting. I have nothing left to give and nothing left to keep going for. I'm just waiting for the next wave. I've already accepted that I'm not going to try and fight it again. It would be best if I just let it take me. The silence in my own mind is deafening.

I'll go quietly.