Every day I fight a dragon named Regret.
Every single day he burns me to a crisp, yet I charge into his flames again the next day, hoping I’ll emerge unscathed. Sometimes I just try to avoid him, but everywhere I turn I run into his gaze.
I don’t know how much more fight I have in me. My sword feels like it weighs a hundred pounds and I can barely drag my feet on the ground.
I am starting to lose hope.