I can’t accept the praise of others as they commend me for continuing to fight this battle. They perceive me as a strong individual, but I’m not. I feel weaker each day. A part of me continues to fight, but another part of me has just given up. I’m tired of trying and failing. A part of me would rather just let life happens on its own and not worry so much about trying to prolong it. With that being said, I packed up my stuff and gathered my dogs and I’m heading out. I’m not quite sure what I’m searching for, but I’m determined to find out. First, I must visit those who have become a distant memory. I need to connect with my family again. Next, I’m going to seek answers from my guardian. I think I need this break.