Still pretty tired, so I thought I’d give the reader a look into the tired and depressed mind. There’s no point to go on. The harder I try, the harder it gets. There’s never a finish line or even a goal that feels like winning. Someone new will come around to cause problems. It might be better to give up at this point and stay in bed. Someone else will have to feed the kids breakfast and get them to school. It’s better for them to move on from me now, I’m already gone. I’ll need food, but I’m done eating. No reason to get out of bed anymore, I’ll just soil myself. Done moving, done thinking, now to wait for the end. Pain can be ignored and after a day in bed I’ll probably enter some hallucination. Any goodbyes? I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough to make it. It’s better to give in than fight. Or is it? Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them. That’s Hamlet’s to be or not to be. The attitude of giving up doesn’t help anyone and turning a useful human into dead weight is a problem for anyone invested in this world. When tired, the best advice came from the military. Take a knee, face out, and drink water. You’ll be alright.
Chris' Morning Pages 