Im early 40s and looking back at life, it's been one big long slog of sustained trauma, heartbreak and struggle and pain that I could never have imagined, interspersed with sprinkles of genuine true joy.
I sound like I'm depressed but I'm truly not. I have so much to be grateful for but by god, just living has been utterly exhausting. It has ground me down.
Somewhere along the way, Ive lost youth"s intensity of hope, its energy, its determination,its curiosity, its hunger of what might be. Life has failed to meet even my modest expectations.
I've become hardened, jaded and resigned to the fact that this is just how it is, and brace myself for the next inevitable curve ball that comes my way.