Some days I feel defeated. I am overcome, lost, afraid of the future and sorry for the past. But who has defeated me? No one. What has defeated me? Nothing. I don’t think there is anyone or anything out there, looking to tear me down or have some “victory” over me. But I feel beaten down. It’s like I’m climbing a wall and just when I can see the top, I fall. Spinning my wheels, day in and day out. For every step forward, there seems to be three steps back. I can only hope that some day, I will look back and laugh at my overly dramatic feelings of failure. Will these moments lead to something better? I don’t know. But as much as I want to give up, I can’t. Why? Because I still have to get up tomorrow and walk the dog. Oh, and feed the cats, of course.