“It seems these days that I have forgotten how to breathe. Instead I gasp raggedly while I heave my boulder step by step upward toward the impossible summit.

Yes, I feel like Sisyphus. Complete with the hopelessness and resignation, as I know my boulder will fall back on me and I shall have to start again.

The worst of it is that this feeling, this struggle, has permeated most aspects of my life. It started with work…I am only recently returned to the work force but I cannot seem to find a place of stability. My frustration increases daily and I have found that I keep having to invent new limits, else I would surely crack.

But worse, my boulder has now invaded my free time. Weekly gatherings that were the bright points of my days have turned into chores, my enjoyment of them no longer reflected by the others.

So now I fight for those small moments I can grasp tight to my heart. And I cry in the night, a valve to release pressure as I live my life uphill."

~excerpt from “Tales of the Invisible”