I was enduring it for so long that the decay started to manifest. It is my undoing in the end that I had no more defences left under my arsenal.
How does it resolve itself? Question that I am still pondering. The present is hazy and the future is now hard to imagine.
I know that one's spirit is strong that I can wither the storm and all will be well. Time is my ally and hope it brings healing to my wounded soul.
