For what ever reason, you can’t bare to make it through.
You feel lifeless.
And every breathe you take feels like work.
You’re convinced the next 24 hours just might be enough to do you in.
You’ve lost all hope. I’ve been there. We’ve all be there.
But before you throw in the towel, please promise you’ll try to remember this:
There was once a time when logic didn’t matter to you. You didn’t care what the numbers said or what the naysayers thought.