It's going to be the battle of a lifetime
Waking in the wee hours of the morning in a panic and short of breath is not my ideal method of coping and getting over the battle that ensues. I battled with this constant wave of nausea and thirst, unable to calm one and quench the other. This inner battle takes its toll while I force myself out of my bed, though it is constantly inviting me to stay and wallow and melt away in my despair. Right now I am in the tunnel and there is no glimpse of light. But I've gotta keep going.