Please, today, you can end. My anxiety is high, my depression is grasping me like some evil taloned dragon bent on my destruction. These days are far too familiar and far too common. Please, today, end. There is anger burning in my bowels and defeat in my heart. I am so weary. It’s hard to explain the valleys in which I live; it’s hard to get out. Keeping a cheerful voice on the phone and keeping a smile on for the walk in traffic gets harder every day. It’s hard to hope when you can’t see past your own nose. Maybe tomorrow will be better; I am so damn tired.