This is what a struggle does: it pares you down to the essentials. Milton of Don’t Eat Alone writes movingly about his ongoing daily decisions to keep going:
Therefore, I have to decide what it means for my life that I live with depression. I have to decide whether my faith or my illness gets the last word. I have to decide to trust those who say they love me mean they love me even if all I can write about is my depression. I have to decide I’m going to fight with all I have to offer Ginger more than the dregs of my existence. I have to decide to accept that living life means playing hurt.
And I have to decide everyday, over and over.
The determination that this requires is something I can deeply appreciate.
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