The attitude I like to maintain towards life being a struggle is one of hope, one of tenacity. Some would say stubborn refusal to rest. I’m not going to argue with that now.
I try not to use the word “fight” because I don’t enjoy conflict or confrontation. But sometimes it is.
It’s certainly work.
And it takes it out of you.
I keep going for as long as I can. I’ve spent my time in the dark realms of depression and I will do whatever I can to avoid being there again. That’s why I work so hard. For the most part I succeed.
But sometimes you need to sound a retreat and leave the field.
It’s not defeat. It’s a tactical withdrawal.
Heal up, mend your armour, recruit new troops and when ready, you can return.
This year has finally brought me to my knees. Too much has…
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