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the beginning of the pandemic feels like it was years ago, and the only certainty we have of the ending is that it won’t be any time soon.

i’ve weathered my share of hardships, but this living demonstration of zeno’s paradox is driving me to the brink of madness, and there’s no telling if there’s any coming back from it.

emotional exhaustion plagues me every day, and gut-wrenching anxiety consumes any prospect of a restful night.

i’m trying my best to hang on, but i can tell i’m slipping - and as time marches on, letting go becomes an increasingly attractive decision.