I'm so exhausted. I think I can't go on sometimes and then I think of how I've been through worse. I try to think that things can't get much worse than they are now in order to make myself feel better and feel like I can endure.
I'm starting to think that there's less wrong with me and how I feel is more of a product of my work environment.
The other day I was convinced I'm depressed but maybe I'm unhappy. But maybe I am depressed. It's hard to really describe. I just wish things would be over sooner. The days seem so long.
Your post reminded me of a great poem by Robert Frost, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.” In the poem, the narrator and his horse are in the middle of running errands when he stops to admire the dark beauty of the woods by a lake on a snowy night. After pausing for a minute, long enough for his horee to get a bit impatient, he concludes with these lines:
ReplyDeleteThe woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep.