What if the problems aren’t temporary?
What if there is no cure?
What if it’s never going to get better?
What if the best you can hope for is more of the same, indefinitely, but the far more likely scenario is that it’s just going to keep getting worse?
What if you will never be able to put down the burden you’re carrying, and it’s just going to keep getting heavier and heavier while you keep watching it strip away every dream you ever had?
What if there really is no other way out?
How long do you have to keep holding the pain to avoid spreading it?
How much of a masochist am I supposed to be?