If you shoot an arrow at a target, then after some amount of time, it will be half way to the target. After another amount of time, it will be half-way closer again. And again, and again, and again. It is always possible to find some amount of time that measures covering half the remaining distance to the target.
How does the arrow ever hit the target?
In the language of math, this is a tricky problem, and I don’t know how to solve it.
I feel like it is an analogy for the descent of my life. Each time I feel that I have reached a new low, some time later, I find a place that is even lower, but not yet “rock bottom”. The result is that another analogy is present in my life: to some people, I look like the boy who cried, “wolf”, too many times.
It is 6:37 pm here, and I have not decided if I want to eat. My pain is constant, and I cannot use my computer to numb the pain. Sleep is my only escape, but I cannot sleep because of the stress, and I only have six anti-anxiety pills left.
I don’t want to be alive anymore, but my overly analytical brain has concocted one more far-fetched, nearly impossible idea that might improve my life. The internal conflict is almost as unbearable as the emotional pain from the PTSD/depression/GAD.
I need a comprehensive solution.
